125 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. 1 FacebookTwitterPinterestThreadsBlueskyEmail Evelien Ari'Elune previous post Light Remembers next post The Mirror of Time You may also like The Mirror of Time September 5, 2025 The Wave in Me August 24, 2025 When One Soul Remembers August 14, 2025 The Sacred Code Within July 24, 2025 Descending Souls July 23, 2025