All things are connected, my brothers, The rivers, the mountains, the air, Each element’s pulse, a heartfelt rhythm, A cycle of loss, love, and care.

Look closely and see the circle, The pathway that takes us through, From each blossom that stretches to sunlight, To the dew that clings—fresh and new.

Remember the paths that have formed us, These roots that intertwine each seed, In unity with nature’s great fabric, So the heart is truly freed.

• Walt Whitman