I call upon the ancient bones of earth,

 

I call upon the ancient bones of earth,
the mountains breathing beneath my feet,
the rivers whispering forgotten truths—
I summon all their silent strength.

I plead to the sovereign light,
keeper of dawn and quiet miracles,
that its tender blaze may reach
the shadowed chambers of hateful hearts,
and teach them how to glow again.

To the tree fairies, unseen and wise,
I send the tremor of my soul—
may roots of the living world
untangle the crooked paths
inside cunning, restless minds,
where negativity coils and feeds.

I embrace the language of leaves,
their green hymns trembling in wind,
and entrust them with a sacred task:
to bind the hands of greed,
to soften the grip of endless hunger,
to silence the blades of wrath.

Let the earth remember balance.
Let the light remember mercy.
Let every darkened heart be met
not with destruction—
but with a force so pure,
it reshapes what it touches.