You have always been a friend of nature, but now, more than ever, you are of this Earth.
Today, on Earth Day, I celebrate not just the planet you loved so dearly, but I also celebrate you, its protector. Now, as you look after it from above, you participate in its dance, making each ordinary occurrence, anything but.
For you are the rustling of leaves on an old oak tree. You are the honey bee, humming as it toils. You are the sweet, pure fragrance of a pink rose in bloom. You are the deep, rich color of freshly-turned soil. You are the shadow of a hawk as it flies overhead. You are the delicate silver clouds just passing through.
You are the glow of the sun as it ducks beneath the horizon. You are the waves colliding under the stained glass sky. You are the sea foam left bubbling and twinkling ashore. You are the little golden specks in a landscape of sand. You are the seashells that linger briefly before they wash back to sea. You are the sand crabs scurrying to the song of the ocean. You’re the cry of the gulls and the splash of the pelicans. You are the salt and the seaweed and the evening breeze.
You are the hymn of the finches on the feeders out back. You are the gnarls on the tree that holds them.
You are the vibrant orange koi submerged in thought. You are the single ivory lotus blossoming above them.
You are the spotted owl and red-tailed hawk. You are gray whales and white-sided dolphins. You are California poppies and bougainvillea. You are garibaldi and golden trout. You are redwood and eucalyptus. You are earthworms and blue belly lizards. You are deer and coyotes. You are dahlias and lilies. You are the milkweed awaiting its monarch companions.
You are the World — and you are everywhere to me.
“We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers
And sitting by desolate streams;—
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world forever, it seems.”
“Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.”