I Am the Dam

The Earth is my Grandmother caring and gentle, whispering to me upon her breezes to nurture, replant, enjoy the world. She call to me in the echoes of the mountains to remember, to relax, to keep the world a better place. The Moon is my Grandfather rock hard and silent, watching me, instructing me on how not to turn Grandmother into a barren wasteland. He is bitter and yells form the skies raining dust and debris, turning this world into a bitter place. I am the dam, keeping myself from turning a gentle, flowing world into a barren floodplain. I honor my Grandmother and use only what I need. I fear my Grandfather and the destruction I can cause. I am the dam, steady, looking out for both sides.