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Green Leaves and Our Planet Burning
A sonnet
There is a certain beauty in the end.
Was probably same in the beginning.
Our precious Earth Mother, we should defend
Not put out to pasture, or sent spinning
out of control, she falls off her axis,
permafrost burping our past’s reflections,
great glaciers calving, not theory, praxis,
so many can’t, or won’t, make connections.
The earth’s crust springing up and fracturing.
When are we to finish our foolish ways?
Are we already finished, staggering?
One final blow and it’s the end of days.
So much beauty while this world’s still turning,
watching green leaves and our planet burning.
Written in response to mine and the planet’s friend and poet, Thief’s prompt to write something in warning of this, “Climatic Pandemonium”.
Please read his sonnet that rang alarm bells for this climate catastrophe that has befallen us.
