The beauty of gardening

Aah the beauty of gardening.

Feet in the squishy compost

Organic. Healthy.

Rich in microorganisms of life.

We are the Earth.

The womb that births our food.

Tread gently. It’s alive.

And it is the seamless umbilicus of

Mother Earth.

Feeding us with love.

Aah but falsehood is afoot.

The wilful blindness

Is the elixir of production.

That the hand of death

The fertilizer, herbicides and pesticides

That murder life of our soil

So we need to re-member

Growing food is a balm of the soul

Nourishing our immune system

It is a medicine that the Divine Grace

has blessed us with.

So here with my beautiful partner

We Impregnate the richness of the Earth

With the seeds of life.

So that we can embrace the symbiosis

Of photosynthesis that oxygenates

And feed the carbon we expire.

May we transition back to our ancestral roots.

When we prayed to the land

We all grew the healthy food

That translates into health beings

And a healthy environment.

That’s what I pray

To re-calibrate our trajectory

Towards a new narrative

Based on respect and love

Of the land from whence we are born.