Part I

Let specks of stardust fall where they wish

It's foolish to fret over things beyond control

No spells will hatch a storm

(Yes, I've read of pilots sprinkling silver over clouds to make them rain
but that's beside the point)

          We cannot stop the fugitive tempest *

          We cannot stop the rage of Quarter Winds

          We cannot stop the salted teeth of ocean waves 
devouring man-made luxuries 

Though we try

Oh, we try...

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Part II

Sink back against the meadow bluebells
and feel the planet's pulsing,
the creaking of its joints,
the shifting of its plates

Let the sun's breath upon your cheeks
take you to the Dawn
when the first fins walked
and the first feathers sprouted

Let the quaking
embrace you,
engulf you,

          reclaim you

as your flesh feeds the earth 
trickle by trickle,
morsel by morsel

          Forebear of blooms,
ancestor of saplings,
warden of wildflowers

Rest in serenity

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* fugitive tempest: a pun on the Latin term "tempus fugit" (time flies)

Thank you very much for reading this far! :)