I was raised in the White Mountains in Arizona. My grandmother is Apache. Native Americans like myself have a gratitude and relationship for what we call Mother Earth. We appreciate her as we recognize her beauty and power. All creations comes from her. In the end of our human experience our bodies return to her. As she is now roaring in pain throughout the WORLD. Showing her pain through fires, earthquakes, droughts, and hurricanes. We fail to listen to her echoing messages. We destruct her beauty by using her land her water in way's that do not communicate love and care. Her Creator took time to build her through love. The mountains, hills, animals, streams, oceans, grass and tree's are meant to remind us of the beauty we come from and the beauty in us ; to inspire us to be creators love. This Universe lifts its storms against the branches of the trees n yet you will see the stability n strength of the roots held tightly by Mother Earth. Her grasp tries to save the trees n again in her arms we have failed her. We pass by her n no longer stop to smell the aroma of her beauty within the flowers or watch her fingers fly through the butterflies. When we lose love for Mother Earth n carelessly walk upon her then we have come to our lowest level. The kindness so tenderly tucked in our souls is evaporating into the wind n our roots get blown in the storms of life and we lose connection to a love created in the higher World. Please lets be inspired again to that which created us to love. Mother Earth reaches to us to relieve her pains n its so simple, just love.