how could this be?
How did we end up like this?
When did this happen?
What happened to passion;
for you, and all your glory?
We've become so predatory,
and you dear Mother,
have become the predators quarry
The grace of your willows,
once soft and gentle,
now weep,
tears of chaos transcendental
Your wind once whispering,
sweet nothings in our ears;
now enraged with hurricanes
induced by karmic fears.
I used to stand amongst your redwoods, soaking in the giants wisdom,
passed down through the ages.
Now I stand ashamed,
saddened at the look upon their faces.
Fearing for their lives,
an industrial exchange for nature's demise.
Your sweet smell of honeysuckles and morning dew on the pines,
now reek of decay, of you the Divine.
The taste of your land,
astounding,
so sweet and so grounding;
now tastes of bitter ash
from your poisoned soil
We are slowly and selfishly killing you.
A self-inflicted murder suicide,
a narcissistic earthly homicide.
You've been screaming out for help,
subtle signs in your sun,
forewarning us of the destruction to come. We laugh and call it global warming,
but you Mother, call it your global warning.
We can blame the polar shifts,
but the blame is in our inability,
to coexist.
I want to remember the Earth as it was;
to be captivated by your sacred land.
Amazed by the canyons we call grand.
Bewildered by the beauty,
of erosions overtime.
But all that's left
is the erosion in our minds.
A society ruled
by corporate greed and profit.
We've ignored the wise words,
of our native Prophets.
Fore they tell us that Mother is our mirror, reflecting our collective anger
our collective fear.
She's calling us
to wake up from our slumber,
for the sleeper to dive deeper
in the depths of the ocean.
To explore the notion,
that we are one.
Earth's last dying breath,
is a plea to the living.
Begging us to remember her spirit,
as it was in the beginning.
Allow her loving spirit to embrace you,
Allow it to overtake you.
Allow it to remind you,
that she is the reflection of you.
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