Sometimes our name
Comes from
Where we are born
A berry of the earth
Sometimes our name
Comes from
The tools we use to survive
A berry of the sraw
Sometimes we do no know
The story of our name
And sometimes we
We choose to forget
There is so much earth
And only a small part is human
We are sending waves of energy
All the time
Even on the couch
Even when we sleep
Sometimes we work harder
In our sleep
We go to the apothecary
To feel better
We work from the inside
With the chemicals
Of our own bodies
Schwervon! 
Nice poem 🙂