Give me a little more time...

I woke up sobbing this morning and last. I saw forests dying so fast like a wave of death took them all, i could not run quickly enough to hug each tree goodbye. I just want a little more time to love what needs to be loved before it is to late…a little more time to mature and wake up…just a little more time.

It reminded me of Rainer Maria Rilke:
Dear darkening ground,
you've endured so patiently the walls we've built,
perhaps you'll give the cities one more hour
and grant the churches and cloisters two.
And those that labor—let their work
grip them another five hours, or seven,
before you become forest again, and water, and widening wilderness
in that hour of inconceivable terror
when you take back your name
from all things.
Just give me a little more time!
I want to love the things
as no one has thought to love them,
until they're worthy of you and real.
Book of Hours, I 61
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<3  Azul-Valerie Thome