The world squirms in darkness. A killer stalks the land, and unrest surrounds us as another black man is killed by another white cop. Climate change threatens to pass its tipping point, and a madman raves in the White House.

Things still grow.

The world spins on its axis and twirls around the sun, and seasons come and go with a comforting regularity. The sun rises and sets, and nature cares nothing for our human strife.

Things still grow.

A global awakening is at hand, and protesters against the senseless killings of black men are as likely to be white as black.

Things still grow.

The old playbook – scare, divide, conquer – is falling short. Against all expectations, the sheep are looking up and finding their voice, and the young are leading us to change.

Things still grow.

There is still hope. Take solace in the bright sun and stiff wind that can power the world. Celebrate the person standing beside you as you march in the streets. Throw your arms in the air and dance under the silver light of the moon.

Things still grow.

Tomorrow is coming, faster than we know. Plant the seeds and nourish them with love and care and dogged determination, for tomorrow they will blossom and find their own voice.

And remember: things still grow.