To the sun that shines so bright. To the bugs that light up the night. I write to you, my beautiful moon, my flying friends, and scary creatures. Songs have been sung to praise your name, but none have been done in such this way. Your eyes are lost to the mountains that grow, all the way down to the sea that glows. Hidden in the dark woods where sound is absent, poets write about your grace. The words are tied around your neck with beauty, a diamond that catches the gaze of everyone around. Here I sit next to the river you form, creating a space to allow all to mourn. I marvel at the plants by your side and how the animals never seem to hide. The touch of your gentle hand can be seen all around. How lucky am I to have watched all been lost come back to be found? I will do my part to dress you up. Take away the items that pollute and leave you yuck. It will take time to restore your youth, but I write to you to show my proof. I’ll plant a seed for every child I bare. I’ll clean the streams that I live near. The love that forms in my soul is all yours to now control. I’ll leave with you one final wish, let me live among the trees when my time comes. Let me bloom among the rising sun. Let the bees carry my pollen. Just let me please be with you always.