'The Healing', by Alfred K. LaMotte

 This planet will not be healed by powerful politicians in big cities who spend trillions on a global strategy that never quite begins. They also burn much fuel. Earth will be healed by villagers who sing, by backyard gardeners like you, who walk more slowly right here, who feel the green through bare soles, speaking fewer words, cradling each others anger like mothers, awakening the heirloom seeds of the heart.