Sacred mother, connecting all that thrives,
Be it quick life or slow eroding stone.
Now teach us to co-operate, not strive.
Show us gardens that First Nations have sown.
Our stale old mode of thought, replaced must be.
A clear new way of being true, we need,
One less like machines, and more like a tree.
That ancient wisdom the world needs to heed.
We are not other, not set above all.
We must recognise ourselves in the whole,
Find the courage, the grit, the wherewithal,
Grasp the new future, seek the worthy goal.
Nature and humankind can integrate,
Through bold design we must regenerate.
Regeneration
An Ecological Sonnet