She Cries Too

She is filled with more beauty than anything else 

She is made in the very image of God 

She is crafted by His hands, formed and fixed to be divine 

She holds flowers and bugs and skies

She carries oceans low and mountains high

Every part of her was planned 

Every part of her was placed

Every part of was perfect

But we have ruined her 

We have upset her 

We cry as our worry sinks into our skin 

But do we ever stop to think,

She cries too? 

I see it through the floods, 

Her sadness too much to carry,

She pours it onto us.

I see it in the sudden storms,

The lightning strikes,

Her anger booming and crashing down. 

We are angry, 

We are worried,

We are scared. 

But she cries too.

And no one sticks by to hold her hand. 

Posted in response to the challenge Climate and Our Earth - Writing .

dandelions

NJ

13 years old

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