The wind does speak to me in dulcet tones,
of life and nurture and truths well sewn,
and I do listen to every moment, every beat,
nature’s whims and songs so sweet,
such eloquent words of right so potent,
as I in willing heart do open
my connections to this world.
I listen to the waters,
trickling streams of crystal words,
imparting purity and in life immersed,
pleading that its voice be heard,
before in grey and muddy surge,
the waters fall in tainted curse,
to stagnant useless waste.
Then listen to the raging seas,
choking on plastics and chemically rearranged,
acidity and rising temperatures proclaim,
the ends of reefs and life thereon,
no home or food to feast upon,
as life is squeezed from place to gone,
extinction like and echo.
Each nuance from every change,
from subtlety to measured rage,
the imbalance yields its harsh demands,
all from humanity’s blinded hands,
taking more than world can bare,
disregarding the breach without a care,
to satisfy their needs.
I hear the faint cries of life,
facing death for no reason of right,
all for the want of greed felt just,
serving humans as they feel they must,
the slow and insidious death of species,
failing habitats and disappearing bees,
indicators of the suffering.
Where will it end?
Tony DeLorger © 2017