The deer all ducked their heads,
The fish were all fully fed,
The vibrant plants all thrived,
The humans used me with all their might.
I was the cause of all the bliss,
A compassionate giver, I believed myself to be.
Dancing through,
Full of life, wild and free.
Now I am dying,
Poisoned by the human’s greed.
How I long to get a gift for myself,
Other than all the pollution and mess.
I give the most precious treasure of all,
Worth more than diamond and gold.
Life itself survives because of me,
Yet humans ruined me with plastic and filth.
I am the heart and soul,
Of the body of life.
Yet I am so often wasted,
Can’t humans realise?
I am a mother,
But I never get a warm embrace.
Why?
O why?
I cry.
My song is a sad sermon,
But there are none so blind as those who won’t see my sorrow,
There are none so deaf as those who won’t hear my woes.
August, 2025
