our air, breathable; birds, built & blurred on a breeze; trees heaving huge sighs into the heavens; our children, giggling & gilded in grass. Earnest for the first time, we must earn this turned Earth back. Now we are begged to save it. We screech with kids who must fix the world because braving it is no longer enough. The youth will save us, they say. But even that is its own release.
