I call out the names of the winds, the rains, the trees and the grasses, the birds in the sky and the fish in the sea, the stars and planets and everything in between.

Hear my call.

I mourn every loss, every felled tree, every fallen star, every broken egg, every stillborn child, every creature lying dead upon the ground.

Hear me weep.

I celebrate with the birth and rebirth of the world, for every opening flower's bud, for every hatched chick, for every litter of whelps, for every newborn baby's first cry, for every new light in the vast sky.

Hear my joy.