PROMISE
We keep showing you:
The little frogs, the birds. Islands and mountains, drowned rivers, fertile fields. Brown leaves out of season.
Trees move so slowly.
Don’t let dread freeze you; ice is deadly as heat. Keep moving. Stay together. Stamp your feet.
And promise us
you’ll save something: one sparrow, one sapling. One patch of hallowed ground.
Mary F. C. Pratt
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