Resonance of the Earth
We must preserve our precious world...
Reverberating, its synchronicity, obvious by the listening of our heart,
"What have you done?"...a question asked by the guardians, all a part.
Almost destroyed, the fair oceans, beneath, its depths, feel the pain,
As if a kindred spirit, so harmed beyond any help, and is all too lamed.
Our trees furnish us all with the air that we breathe...we should never cut them down...
My resources all have been so exploited, no renewal now will never satisfy,
My seas are poisoned, rivers run in filth, the waste of the people all spilled.
Beautiful trees, benefactor of the air all to breathe, removed from the land,
The final days of this earthen world, to be hastened, soon will be revealed.
So precious, our water and the air we all breathe...
My air that provides the gift of life, permeated by dark coal's smut, and devastated,
The very soil, used to grow crops, feeding the world, to the gates of Hell, is hurled!
Grievous control of plants and fowl to eat, by a few, to misuse and then destroyed,
Photosynthesis impaired, harmful gases are flared, no resolution to be employed.
Our air is so polluted...this we must breathe and share with other creatures of this world...
The earth, its resonance, sends a most dire message to all who listen, will hear,
The survival of all, is now at stake, spoiled by the greedy few, and now so severe.
It's time to stand and be counted, the answer is never be afraid, or give in to fear.
Our creator, in his great benevolence, wants us all to keep this world, so dear.
This world, so dear...
Our earth firm, beneath us, is speaking to us, we must now listen in all respect,
The sun, the moon, and other planets, in our solar system, of us, circumspect.
At the reverberating, concentric rings all travel outward, our attention sought,
Sounds from inside our planet, cry, pleading, to head what we have wrought!
Our payers are needed and our actions to be headed. to save our earth...
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, and dust to dust, is our fate, to be, as it must,
Should our world all fall beneath our feet, our society incomplete, as to rust?
What answer will we return at our call, that of all life, large or small...enough,
No, no more, we've done enough, the creatures of this world, of sterner stuff!
We must be strong as a rock of the ages...
Comments
whonunuwho (author) from United States on September 18, 2016:
Maybe so my friend. Time is wasting away and more harm is being done. Hopefully one day soon they will all come to their senses.whonu
Deb Hirt on September 18, 2016:
It's pretty critical, but I think the masses will raise enough complaints, to make government take action on this problem.
