It never fails to kiss happily your soles
Each time your steps firmly lean on,
Shaking its tectonic plates
Flattening that heavenly grass carpet.
Poseidon still courts his mermaids here,
And Asclepius heals the wounds
Caused by a lack of love,
Athena writes her poems on its papyrus-skin
And spirits experience biotic life.
Cruelty, misery and insults
It is what daily receives,
Which keeps us on a pleasant journey in space,
Accelerating throughout the nebulas and constellations
Your spouse's lips met your eyes
And babies' joyous bellies crawl all day long.
What if you could walk with gratitude
Towards that which always
Kisses your feet?
Topic(s) of this poem: compassion, earth, gratitude, life, nature
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