Senses

Location

I close my eyes.

 

I want to see

The canopy of oaks

Dancing together

       Swaying

Their mossy branches

Back and forth

To their natural rhythm

 

I want to smell

The ocean’s curling waves

Its powerful fists

       Calmed

By a profound longing

To caress

The sand below

 

I want to hear

The humming bird laugh

In the warmth of Spring

       Drunk

Off the sweet

Red

 Valerian nectar

 

I want to taste

The tears of the sky

Getting ready to

     Slide

Down the cloud’s cheek

Brushed away only

By the warm fingers of the sun

 

I want to feel

The Earth breathing

     Slowly.

     Steady.

     With me.

We are alive together. 

 

My eyes open.

 

I see

     Destruction.

     Death.

Humans grow rage and greed

Dizzying in their forgetfulness

In this Age of Information.

Never more clueless.

 

I smell

     Toxicity.

     Cancer.

Lit, hazardous greenhouse fumed, cigarettes

Which force my lungs

Into man induced pneumothorax

In this Era of - Indulgence.

 

I hear

     Struggling.

     Silence.

Seagulls trudging

Through the slick 

Oil lathered waters

In this Period of - Money is Everything.

 

I taste

     Pollution.

     Emptiness.

Once a fruitful environment

Gives way to clearings

Where rainforests once stood.

In this Time of - More is Necessary.

 

I feel

     Struggling

     Helplessness

The Earth whimpers and shivers

Under the authority of man’s machines.

The helpless are cowering away

In this Epoch of - The Helpless Planet

 

I want to see, smell, hear, taste and feel

Change

 

Sequoia’s standing righteous and towering,

Watching over us as we continue the same mistakes.

We are not so different from one another

 

The Earth

     Moves

     Loves

     Feels

Just like us humans do.

 

Nature Will Retaliate

     Wash-Away Hurricanes

     Burying Tsunamis

     Sucking Tornados

     Swallowing Earthquakes

Proving her Power over us.

 

The Earth is alive with us

 

Maybe

She will forgive us

If

We make better decisions

 

Working together

As a Global unit

In a perpetual state of making amends.

The Earth can overcome.  

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