Time to forget nature’s mannerism and remember that earth is not an enemy.
Time to recommend soil that gobbles seeds and gratifies us with the command of plants.
Time to plant our reprimands and gather the green of their leaves for an appreciation.
Time to suspend the negative moments like dangling participles to a sentence that will obey.
Time to repair the crafts that need new glue; even flour mixed with water will do.
Time to repair ourselves and the twitch of face that happens after dearth, perhaps reversing it.
Time to fill the lanterns outside ourselves with the light they crave, with raves of esteem.