Connecting Heart To Heart With The Environment Poem by linus gerald

There is a pulse beneath the pavement,
a quiet thrum beneath the noise—
the steady heartbeat of soil and root,
of oceans folding into shore.

If you stand still long enough,
you will feel it—
not in your ears,
but in your chest.

The wind does not only pass you by;
it passes through you,
carrying the same ancient breath
that stirred the first green leaf awake.

We were never separate.
Our bones remember mountains.
Our blood remembers salt.
Our lungs remember forests
that once exhaled us into being.

And yet we have walked
as though we were visitors—
taking photographs of sunsets
without thanking the sky,
drawing lines across rivers
as if water obeyed ink.

But the Earth has never stopped loving us.

She sends morning light
like an open hand.
She scatters wildflowers
along broken paths.
She lets rain fall
even on cities that forgot her name.

To connect heart to heart
is not a grand gesture—
it is kneeling in the garden
and noticing the courage of seedlings.
It is choosing to mend
what we once used carelessly.
It is listening to birdsong
as if it were advice.

When we soften,
the world softens back.

The river becomes a mirror
for our own longing to flow freely.
The trees become elders
teaching patience in their rings.
The sky becomes a reminder
that there is always room
to begin again.

Place your palm against the bark.
Press your bare feet into grass.
Let your breath fall into rhythm
with waves that have never stopped returning.

This is where healing begins—
not in distant promises,
but in the quiet recognition
that the Earth's heartbeat
and your own
have always been
the same song.

And if we dare to listen,
to love her not as scenery
but as kin—
we will find that saving the planet
is simply
remembering
we belong.