The Mothum - Regina Angarita

The Mothum - Regina Angarita
Letter composed by: Regina Angarita
There’s a silence in this morning,
When the sky forgets to speak,
and the rivers trace old stories
in a language soft and deep.

We were children of the fire,
running wild beneath the stars,
but we left behind the embers
in the corners of our hearts.
Can you hear the whispers in the wind,
telling tales of where we’ve been?
Footprints fading in the sand,
Echoes held in weathered hands.
It’s not too late to start again,
just breathe it in, and let it mend.
The Planet remembers everything.
We build towers out of wonder,
Made of steel and borrowed dreams,
but forget the gentle thunder
In the hush between the leaves.
Still the roots are holding stories,
and the oceans keep the time,
if we listen close enough,
we might hear the ancient rhyme.
Can you hear the whispers in the wind,
telling tales of where we’ve been?
Footprints fading in the sand,
Echoes held in weathered hands.

It’s not too late to start again
Just breathe it in, and let it mend.
The Planet remembers everything.
Not a warning, not a cry,
Just a hush beneath the sky.
It’s a promise wrapped in green,
in everything we’ve ever seen.
Can you hear the whispers in the wind,
soft as where the world begins?
Touch the soil, feel the flame,
call the stars by their old names.
It’s not too late to start again,
reach for more than what has been.
The Planet remembers everything.