We must change or She shall die,
Our selfishness causes Her to cry.
Whispering wind in my ear,
Her desperate cry for me to hear.
We are takers, not givers;
Killed Her kids; polluted Her rivers.
Noise caused by a coming storm,
Her wiping Earth to its prior form.
We ruined Her precious space,
Left nothing perfect; it’s all in waste
In Her final breath, Earth screams:
Don’t ruin me for your filthy dreams
Posted in response to the challenge Climate and Our Earth - Writing .
Comments
Wow. This is so beautiful!
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