One Spoke in the Wheel of Mother Earth

 Each Blade Belongs

The grasses rise up

And as they rise up, they sing their song

And this song my dear is that each blade belongs

Now we the Grass People will not say that there are many of us that want to display our particular hue

For although each hue is slightly different each hue is a part of you and you

 

We are a persistent lot, yes, we are (sung)

 

Unearth Something For You

We the Plant Spirits of the Earth want to unearth something for you

We would like to share, and on that stair of sharing we provide much

We provide the simple touch, we provide the fragrance

As well we swell with pride when we can help to divide those in need, from those who succeed

For we send through nutrients to you

For we the Plant Folk want to invoke, we are but one spoke in the Wheel of Mother Earth

 

Provide

As well as providing food, we provide medicine as well

To some we are what you might refer to as habitat, a place to live

 

Some of You

Some of you view us in disgust

Others view us with us with a sense of awe

Others still view us as the way to the future

Some of you view us as a way to understanding the past

Some of you view us with great delight

For in inhaling us you gain great insight

Some of you just like to walk through a field of our brothers and sisters

Some of you view us as a source of beauty, view us as a sourced of delicious aroma

Some of you view us in our most unique form

And that form is a form that is shorn very low

For you my dears like to show the neighborhood what you have

Some of you take great care

For you understand that our stalks are really quite rare

Some of you share with another, some of you keep it all to yourself

 

Give and Take

Some of you like to share our seeds

Some of you proceed to covet our seeds

Some of you give and give

Some of you take and take

Some of you view us as in the way as you rake and rake

Some of you watch us fall and leave us there

Some of you allow us to remain

Some of you just the same like everything bare

 

We Will Survive

We the Plant Spirits see the past, see the present, see the future

We will survive

The Hive Mothers whisper in our ear, this is the year

This is the year for what you may ask

This is the year to be quite; this is the year to expand

Yes, my brothers and sisters, and those in between, we the Plant People see the future, see the present, seeing the past

It is not cast in stone, it is variable, but you alone will not see this zone

We Get Help

But we will

For Plant Spirits time is often irrelevant

Temperature on the other hand that matters

Water and nutrients that matters

Therefore, my dear we want to make it perfectly clear, just because when you see the light go out of sight that might suggest to you we too go to sleep

Well, my dears we would like to make it perfectly clear we do not

For we the Plant Spirits don’t work all by ourselves

For we get help

We get help from the Feathered Ones and the Four Legged too

 

We Work Together as a Symphony

The Spirit of the Land wants you to understand, the Spirit of the Plants works hand in hand with the Feathered Ones, with the Four Legged, with the Creepy Crawlers, with the Two Legged, you get the gist

And just as you think we forgot the Fishes too, are a very important part for you and you

We work together as a symphony

As one is in trouble so are we all

So, we the Spirits of the Land, call on each and every one of you, check on our brothers and sisters check to see how we are

 

Role to Play

As part of the Animal Species humans have a role to play

And your role today and the next is it’s not complex, to keep everything in balance give and take

Do not mistake you have a role to play

On this day, on this night

Yes, that’s perfectly clear my dear, you have a role to play