Earth tells us: 

You have been working

Too hard too fast 

You have to stop

Now.

Slow down

B r e a t h e

Notice the trees reaching up high, 

wide open arms holding up the sky 

The flowers in riotous blooms of 

purple and yellow, spilling over 

The dancing descent of falling leaves 

Twirling through space as they touch down.

I need a rest. You need it too. 

I will keep moving

At my pace, my rhythm.

I have been here

Billions of years

You, but a few. 

Stop. Take stock. Savour. 

Reassess.

Rebalance.

I will still be here

For you.