Behold, said God
My creation
I call it good

Beholden, said God
Not to me
But to each other

Be holding, said God
Your earth’s riches
Not for me
But for you

Hold, hold, Hold Hard, said God
Not to the beauty of the oil slick
But to old leaves that fall to their death
That trees may resurrect young leaves

Behold and be warned, said Gaia
My bounty cannot be wasted by some
Lest it be lost by all