The power of the earth isn’t it’s riches
it’s resources or it’s strength.
But in its persistence.
Steadfast through storms and quakes.
Floods and droughts.
There is no valor in its strength to withstand pain or be unaffected.
For its tribulations tell its story through every way it is molded and layered.
It persists.
Its presence outliving all with which it sustains.
Not hiding its hue or evolution.
It holds its beauty through every season each change a freckle on a sun kissed face.
It persists.
Even as my problems come and grow.
It persists.
To show that I can too.