Beneath the sky’s wide, endless dome,
The Earth whispers, “Welcome home.”
A cradle of rivers, mountains, and seas,
A song carried on the wind and trees.
Guardians stand, both fierce and fair,
With watchful hearts and sunlit hair.
They walk with footprints soft and deep,
Through forests ancient, secrets to keep.
Hands tend soil, hands sow seeds,
Tending life, fulfilling needs.
They shield the mountains, cradle the streams,
Nurturing the planet’s whispered dreams.
With fires bright and oceans wide,
They stand against the rising tide.
Fighting battles not for gold,
But stories of the old and bold.
Eyes to stars and roots in ground,
They listen to the sacred sound—
The Earth, a song, both wild and sweet,
A living heart with steady beat.
Guardians of a timeless flame,
Not seeking fortune, not seeking fame.
Their oath is ancient, pure, and true:
To guard the Earth in all they do.
A dance of earth, of wind, of rain—
A pact unspoken, yet remains.
They’ll watch, they’ll stand, through every hour,
Protectors of this precious flower.
Forevermore, they’ll walk the land,
With gentle heart and steady hand.
Guardians of the Earth’s embrace—
The keepers of its gentle grace.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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