The sun disturbs the earth’s deep peace,
Its light blinding the quiet dirt,
Signaling the dawn — hope and hustle,
The bustle of feet trampling the soil.
The peace is gone, yet the earth feels alive.

The plants stretch toward the sun,
Sprouting leaves like hands receiving blessings.
It shines, it nourishes, it replenishes the earth;
The sun warms their buoyant company,
It sinks its light into the earth’s grateful heart.

And when the sun departs, the earth darkens,
Missing the friendship that disturbs its peace,
Missing the loud echoes of marching feet.
The earth lies still as the quiet moon wakes,
Waiting to greet her friend when dusk fades.