An earth who dreams

Mother earth, deciding whether to abort
Her children, wondering if they want to exist;

           forget remembering make-believe!

The kind of climates that change with our tides
The ones that move us from our quiet wet insides

What if the moon
Listened to heartachical romantical mathematical quakes
Colors shaken dry by violet labor pains

What if we moved
Dreams locked in sleep
From a snoozy nap pile

Like we've always been:
Ready to love who and what we are

Help me dream child