© Ashley M. Bradley
A gentle breeze,
Flowing through the leaves.
Light conversation,
Made by the trees.
Heard through the flowers,
Over the waters.
By mountains, it's devoured,
By nature it's cowered.
Rain, snow , drought,
Earthquakes, hurricanes, tsunamis.
Seen and felt by all,
We can no longer stand so tall.
Forever we have known,
The power of the earth.
Forever we have turned,
Our backs to what we're thrown.
She's not taking it anymore,
We need to pay attention.
We need to open our eyes,
Before our mother earth dies.