Sitting in uncomfortable silence,
We wait for our problem to be solved.
Changing my habits, I hope and hope.
We have been given so much,
And we have taken so greedily.
Caring is beyond so many, it seems.
I fear the worst, as I have better dreams.
I know in the end, my hopes may not matter.
It breaks my heart a little,
As I watch our future slowly shatter.
The lands strength is becoming brittle,
As we wring out the life from the land.
Like water separated from sand.
I’ve always held my creative side dear to me.
Cherishing every spur of creativity,
However I still took this feeling for granted.
When the stress of the word planted–
Mother Earth holds us all in her arms,
engulfing us in a comfortable beauty.
She keeps us safe,
as we travel around the sun.
She’s gifted us the oceans and lakes,
the mountains and hills,
The fire dances with the trees,
With no stopping, it spreads.
A horrific sight, indeed.
In the wake of this inferno,
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