What dear Mother Earth are you trying to tell? –
Speaking a new language of throwing trees?
You’d think it was enough to make us pause,
To question without sense,
Why angry trees are flying?
Some of us know you are holy land,
You hold our feet and let us walk on sacred ground.
You sprinkle flowers,
And make fresh air to keep us here.
Some of us understand,
The drowning shores,
The cries of the sea,
The washing and twists of uprooted planes.
And some of us, the sacred few,
Carry pain for falling trees
Not deep enough to make us change.
Dear Blessed Sweet Mother Earth
So sorry we hurt you and continue to do so,
And you have to make the desperate wind your messenger.