Dear Earth,
Hello there. We've lived together from the beginning, well mine anyway. You're much older than me though. Gosh, what's your secret? I wanted to say you're grand. I love that word -grand. It's somewhat of a vast share house you have going on hey? What with 8 billion inhabitants! It can't have been easy. Not everyone was nice. Oh you know, there was the Exxon Valdez and Deep Water Horizon oil spills, floating plastic islands in the Pacific, the Greenhouse Effect, the destruction of the ozone layer and...well you know the rest. Not everyone appreciated you. I hope the gifts made a difference all the same; the gardens, the National Parks, cute greenies in shorty shorts with longer plans, the Artists and the Scientists inspired to know you and love you and teach about you and protect you.
I really wish you could read this. I wish you had eyes like I have and yet you provide all the sights, all that magnificence. Do you know about my favourites? The ocean...ah, the ocean and the hills. By god, you should see yourself. You are a god dam treasure. You are a million motions rolled into one dance so divine I'm breathless for you some days you know. Oh don't worry I'm not just saying that. Trust me, if any truth could be the most pure on all of the Earth it's that one. Haha I see you blush now as the sun rises or sets. You make an impression. You're an impressionist view like the "Soleil Levant" by Monet. You certainly made an impression alright, kicked off a whole artistic movement you did. They loved you. You are loved. Not enough though at the moment. I'm so sorry about that. I am. Lots of people are.
If you had ears like me, I'd have made a recording for you and yet you hold the symphony, what a blooming brilliant orchestra. All the loud, all the quakes and the thunder, mud pots, wild storms and wily surf blaring bold like speakers at a great festival. And then the tiny murmurs where frequencies and decibels are soft and dreamy, peaceful, gurgling, brooks.
If you came with a nose like I do, god knows there's more scent than sense and that's exactly why it's so good to knows you. Have a good cry. It's alright. It's alright, oh god it's better than alright!! Give me that earthy scent of rain falling on baked summer soil. Give me that salty, zest and brine down by the silvery sea with a brass band playing and, and.... the woods and the forest and the bush; resinous, refreshing vapours, all outdoor herb rack for our odourant delight.
There's not exactly a set of arms on you is there? And yet there is. Like the time I was eight and I ate my lunch in the arm of a tree with a book and an aerial cloud-o-graph for the ad breaks. Hey what about when you wrapped a set of soft white gloves round my blistered ankles at the beach or when there was a giant limb jutting out over the ocean, your cliffs that is. Seemed you were holding hands then with Orion, Orion's arm... two arms meeting! I could see the butterfly clusters, hot, blue and brightest orange star. Wowee, thank you for taking me there. I could never forget you then now could I?
Oh earth. You're magnetic. I mean literally you are and all the rest. You're deep. You're more deep than any of the others in the solar system. Oh Earth let us love you better. Let us make you better. After all we needed you to make us better too. We still do. Shining orb, you're like a disco and a ballet that spins a tribal call as one and all. We thank you dear.
Yours
Nicla.
and make poesies from crystals
