I pray to the god of soil

Billions of organisms in each handful,

Nourishing the tiniest new roots,

(Earthworms steadfastly building working)

Holding our landscapes together.

I pray to the god of trees,

Giants towering above our heads,

And tiny saplings and bare root whips,

(Orphans without a mother's shelter,)

Keeping the world and the water stable.

I pray to the god of wind,

Indifferent to human life.

We quake at your excesses,

You turn our turbine blades, uninterested,

And dry our washing in your gentle breeze.

I pray to the god of water,

Deep still pools and aquifers under our feet,

Bubbling streams and deep, wide rivers,

Tiny drops of rain,

Sustaining all life.

I pray to the god of hope,

May every handful of soil be precious,

And every tree sacred,

And the storms and breezes respected,

And every drop of water held sacred.

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Krystyna Rawicz FSCSI, FRICS

Managing Director 

KRA Visionary Project Partners