The earth is like a burning bush that greed may yet consume, but, day by day, we feel the push of life in every bloom. The voice of rock and river rings the lessons we may learn. It drowns the din of lesser things, and calls as seasons turn. Sit still and listen long and hard as seed lies in the ground. Our teacher, earth, is not so charred that hope cannot be found. The Spirit, like an eagle, screams a warning and a prayer: let go of greedy plans and schemes; connect, create, and share!