A New Earth

The old Earth lays down her cloak,
worn by choices of power and blindness.
Her tears are rivers,
her wounds carved in stone and sky.

Yet behind the fractures, a promise glows.
An Earth of finer substance,
where breath moves freely,
where fields sing in clarity.

We are the bridge,
we open the channel.
Through our release, through our love,
she can be born anew.

A New Earth —
not far away, but here,
rising from the old,
carrying the light that never fades.