Gaia.
mother earth
home planet…
the only one we know.
old. so old…
yet ever young
always renewing
growing…
greening…
until now.
Now…
gasping…
the air is so dirty.
melting…
the air is so hot.
drowning…
the waters are rising.
howling…
the winds are so strong.
crying…
tears full of acid.
bleeding…
trees cut and torn.
dying…
my children abuse me.
tolerated for so long
because they didn’t know…
but now they know.
hoping…
maybe they would see…
would change…
but no…
no more…
no more abuse…
tough love now.
the hardest lesson.
maybe they will learn.
if they survive…
If I do…
mimbravastudio
I like the staccato tempo, as if Gaia is gasping for breath, which she is. An important, timely poem. Let’s hope there’s time to save ourselves. As we know, the planet will survive without us, just differently.