Whisper of Forgotten Spring
Thousands of us queuing, weeping for our once-beautiful world. Surrounded by dying trees, grey skies, a barren landscape, we hardly dare to hope.
She said change must come from within each of us.
We are supplicants, begging for forgiveness.
Can we really change?
The Healer stands waist-high in the flowing water, receiving us one by one. Each person takes the solemn vow, the lifetime pledge. She gently holds each one underwater until all traces of greed and selfishness are washed away.
With each baptism, a new green leaf unfurls on a skeleton tree.
“Springtime,” someone whispers, remembering.