In you, I see all the resilience and steadfastness of earth:
the sheer awe-striking power of great canyons' sight,
and the humbleness of the soil that gives a home
to every poet's glimpse of inspiring leaf and flower—
the humor that grounds all things in what they truly are—
with the endurance to persist when all the world is change,
for earth is not stone alone: it is sand, it is rock, it is clay, it is metal—
the foundation of every deed and accomplishment.

I hope you take comfort in this:
no matter how the pressure increases, you will only become stronger—
no matter how intense the fires you face, you will only reshape the world—
no matter how large your problems seem, your endurance is even more vast.

Earth knows itself in any shape, elemental to its being,
and I know you will thrive through it grounded in yourself,
in the steadiness and crystalline growth of rediscovery,
even though things may churn or quake.