Climate
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Through the dark void our majestic Earth revolves
A resplendent blue orb, floating in a peculiar way
Tilted towards our sun, winter's discontent dissolves
Free from the cold clasp, life is now perky and full of play
There's nothing good as merry as mellow meadows.
An airfield of gentle buzzing breeze; mine shadows --
Doth smile and racing with my fingers; the grasses --
And theirs as if hands they reach on me, wanting me --
The sweet smell of a Saturday summer morning filled my lungsThe sun was rising and the sky was ablaze with the glints of a million birdsIt is 2010. I am at camp- green trees, blue skies, and not a care in the world...
Biodiversity makes up Earth, that's my decree.
Animals big and small don't forget you and me
I got a couple things to say about saving the Earth,
On the edge of a parapet
stands a young person
with nothing but
wings made of wax
and the boldness
to jump.
We were told as children
that the myth
always ends in tragedy.
It is said that Geb is the God of the Earth, and Nut is the Goddess of the Sky. While they are separated through the day, she returns each night to him and leaves the sky in darkness.
Hello, rainforest
In wet season I write you
While the clouds pour rain
And by the terrain, I sit
I am glad it's very warm
Decay in the earth of all living things.
Just not here,
where the cold keeps the flesh safe,
maybe not from those ravenous beings,
Keep going.
I dare you.
But I can't fool you.
My children will starve
And be excited to see trees
At the rate
That everything is disappearing.
Prepare for fishless oceans
The shack
The shed
The grass has bred
The leaves are dry
The trees are dead
The path forgot where once it led
The birds no longer fly the sky
The wind whispers words once said
Very vague are the
Various viscous
Vibrations volleying
With vast
Motorizing strength,
The blasting of the
Motor
To the best bang
Of engine blinding
The eye with
Cast off
Sea winds light.
Laying along the gunwale, I drape my arms
Skimming the heavy blue
A warm body, irresistible, so cohesive
Unstoppable motion
Sacred air
Face of calm, archaic organisms
Wisps of air pranced through the blades of grass under the creek
And danced atop the dorsal fins of the creatures of the deep
And found under the surface of the water
Nonchalantly, I watch mother earth’s face erode
as her acid tears stream down her face
she silently wonders what ever happened to this place
this earth we call our home
is nothing but waste upon buildings of chrome
A green meadow sprawls out before you,
a crystal blue stream slicing it perfectly like a knife through butter,
dots of yellow alight themselves on the tops of the grass,
winking at you in the wind,
