Let me tightly hold your hand and take you to another land. Somewhere only we belong, where the clouds are pillows, soft and warm. And the sand a california king, where we gently lay our heads. Staring into each other's eyes, I see the stars within your mind. Somewhere our hearts can freely sing, where there's no pain and our spirits ring. Where our souls softly mesh and our peace can finally rest. Somewhere we can finally be free, holding hands...you and me.

And we held each other as we weeped for our earth.
Our mother.
Mother nature, she gave birth to us and watches us as society hurts us, neglects us, and abuses us.
Feeling her tears in the rain, and her pain in the cold wind, her worry within the brewing storms, and discomfort in the scorching sunshine.
We take comfort in one another knowing someday things will get better my beautiful sister
And no longer will we cry tears for our mother's creations.
For our mother's home.
For our bodies that the world is destroying.