CRIES
Planet Earth~
Air at altitude, above 18,000 ft, is thin, breathing extremely difficult, but people of the Himalayas have the pleasure of living amongst earth world’s most visually alluring masterpiece mother-nature incarnates. “How much longer will it be so?” As warming clime hereafter badger winter snow...
In the coming days, with hopes of effervescence, of tranquility, of continuation, there will be events, events that will perhaps reshape the way people, socialites, interact with planet earth. Events that will be the result of how humans, socialites, have thus for interacted with mother earth. The planet earth has suffered, the planet earth is suffering. “Can’t anyone feel her pain?” Tears raining from miaowing skies have caused rivers, and channels, to overflow their eroding banks, “Can’t anyone feel her pain?” Anger filled howling winds and torrent seas, working in collaboration, has cast massive waves to destroy places of human dwellings, “Can’t anyone feel her pain?”
This shrieking planet earth has violently rumbled and quaked so much so new
crumbling wounds opened in her blubbering surface. “Can’t anyone feel her pain?” In her distress from the lost of the ability to provide for all that depends on her, she weeps for rare creatures that has perished, never to again be nourished, “Can’t anyone feel her pain?” Menacing heat from blazing sun that scratches her blubbering surface, due to the depletion of the shield that protects her from ultraviolet rays, is unbearable, “Can’t anyone feel her pain?” Robbers, and industrialist, who take, and entoxicify, minerals from deep inside her that causes her to lose the ability to reproduce, is causing her sadness, “Can’t anyone feel her pain?”
She weeps in silence. In silence amidst de void and a billion stars.
Events to change it all well happen, perhaps in the coming days, but will anyone, anyone, adhere? “I absorb the waste that you heap upon me, I bear the attacks that you launch against me; why can’t you feel my pain?” All that was needed in the evolution, human species, was given unto thee from the grace of bountiful soil, “Can’t anyone feel her pain?”
The Might Mississippi~
Before modern man, about 200,000 years ago, placed its footprint on planet earth, this mothering planet was overflowing with abandons of clean undisturbed waterways that flowed freely alone its natural course, met and merged with larger bodies of tributaries. Today in North America, the Mississippi River flows for some 2,320 miles carrying all types of waste and pollutants, from Lake Itasca in Minnesota to The Gulf of Mexico at Louisiana, that has been dumped, discarded, by those who are suppose to be, created to be, stewards of mother earth.
The Mississippi River with its own many tributaries that have allowed for the manipulate of their courses for the purpose of commerce and recreation, those rivers and streams are in woeful need, “Can’t anyone feel their pain?”
Sea Creature~
In ‘wee’ hours of dawn as light dew covers dawning earth’s blubbering surface, and autumnal cool windy breeze gale emanate feel and sound refreshing. Vibrating early a morning, before the sun crest; a cry of sorrow echoed far away from ears of land dwellers.
The epical battle between darkness and light continue to wage as eagerness of morn peer its stubborn head over Arctic liquid horizon only to be turned back by persistency of night. As day gains strength, flicker of light glittered on still and vast seafaring calm. The orange glow of a new day lingered greedily at eastern realm while strong odors of salty sea attacked mortal senses. In all directions, as far as eyes could see, there is watery wilderness. For days, and days, a mighty storm waged, bringing with its towering combers and torrential raindrops with electrifying and intense bolts of lightening that lit the night sky too reveal heavy and dark clouds. A coming of the new day brings with it much needed repose and fresh plumes.
Dewy tranquil brokered by novel day is disturbed by a high-pitched scream-like pulsing wail that carry heart-rending sadness, deep feelings of sorrow, which could be heard for miles & miles by creatures below the rising sea, of a mother Orca, Abia, mourn the lose of her newborn calf, due dumped & sunken sewage that entangle its final, last breath . “Can’t anyone feel Abia’s pain?”
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