Earth Cry


Lithesome energy uncurls and bounds
through fluid forest shadows; rustles tell
how nature writes her universal song
to match the timbre of each living cell.

Tiny scampers underground reveal
an interwoven pattern; silent wings
of soaring offer reverence to the sky.
They all exude the joy that wholeness brings.

Humans changed the pattern; we have sliced
the wholeness into pieces and impaled
the pieces on our spikes of greed. Our job
is to preserve, protect...but have we failed?




© Laryalee Fraser






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