I wonder if she ever gets tired

Of holding all of us

As we tread all over her

Some days with a heavier foot than others

But I just feel her breath and open, breath and open

Maintaining her composure and ability

As she shrugs the waves up and down

And watches as the moon cycles

She remains constant, grounded and sure

And I wonder how she doesn’t tire of it all

I wonder who or what is holding her

So she can keep going

(Pachamama)