A Caring Poem — Eeny, meeny, miny, moe; peanut butter, jelly;
Join me outside and get off the celly. The birds flutter swiftly and sing sweet song;
The trees don’t mind, you can surely bring your bong. The good, bad, and ugly, the land takes it all;
Heal her and heal oneself, her gifts conjure awe. Tender, caring, loving, she’s my oldest friend;
How we got ourselves stuck indoors I cannot comprehend.