Wild, warm, and full of longing for something real. The lines about us being “glorious, knee-deep in mud animals,”“the earth borrowing a voice,” and “star dust that learned how to sing” give the piece its pulse. It speaks with anger at what has been lost, but also with love for what still survives underneath all the screens, wires, and noise.

What makes it feel alive is that it doesn’t just praise nature in some pretty, distant way. It calls the body back into it. “Take your shoes off,”“press your feet into the bare earth,”“hug one,” those moments give the writing a real physical pull. It feels like a reminder, a warning, and a homecoming all at once. Messy, beautiful, and very human.