Footprints

December 21,

The rebirth of the winter,

The certainty that when you wake up

Nothing has changed except for

The season. 

And maybe,

Some snow has found your doorstep.

Except,

When you wake up,

Mud pools around your house,

Like the blood of the earth as it lays 

Dying. 

Drowning.

The one home you have,

Is parting from this world,

Forever.

There will be no turning back,

Once the thorns are all that is left of the flowers.

There will be no turning back,

Once the leaves part, never to return

There will be no turning back,

Unless we turn back,

And glance at our footsteps.

At our tracks.

Every step you take

Has a footprint.

But you can fill in the holes,

Patch up the ground,

Save the earth

Take action now!