Feel her move.
The plated ground shifting. Growing. You can hear her. Listen closely. Years measuring in the billions. Magma solidified, liquified, then solidified again.
Feel her churn. Feel her stir.
Heard for the first time. But not felt. The world has been growing, building, rebuilding. Begging us to be good stewards. A living, breathing planet with profound importance and perfect existence.
We hear you, mother.