Poetry by Kolton Stremler
Countless limbs reaching for the stars,
Countless limbs gripping, clinging to Mother Earth,
Leaves: Green, Brown, Red, Bare, it puts on robe after robe, celebrating its one small piece of the universe.
Tomorrow, the earth will crack.
Today, I till the soil.
Tomorrow, the rain will be acid.
Today, I plant my tree.
Tomorrow, all may end.
Today, all will thrive.
The earth may fail the tree.
The spirit will not fail in its mission.