Our Only Home That’s Fading Away

We have only one home. That home is Earth, herculean and grand, A gift to all creatures, trusted in our hand. From mountains high to oceans deep, An ideally utopian world, for us to keep.

We have only one home. But we take it for granted. Our actions have left it haggard and stranded. Pollution and waste have jeopardized The progress our planet had realized.

Has the time now come to take a stand, To protect the Earth, with aegis in hand, To rid our Earth of parasites, And take back its inalienable rights?

We have only one home. And we are caretakers of her land, Incumbent on us to lend a hand.

Earth will not succumb to neglect, So long as we pledge to recycle and protect.

So let us each apply our catholic mind, For the damage we’ve done we can rewind. Ephemeral is our time on Earth, Time to show the next generation what we are all worth.

The Shadows

The hair stands up on the back of my neck, For I see the shadowy figures standing, surveying, stalking as they check, The land that was once mine. It has turned into a place filled with malign, And I can’t feel the once known bliss, Only now I feel the newly turned evil abyss.

The moon up above casts a dim twilight, Twilight not as bright as the blazing light, That the fire down below casts.

As I stand in the shadows aghast, I hope that within the night, The twilight does not see me and catch sight.

The wind howls as the trees up above dance and sway, The backs of the shadowy figures provide such a feeling of disarray. I know these creatures have been lurking around for some time, But right now, they are most definitely in their prime. They evoke a grave sense of danger and fear, To everyone and everything that is here.

All the most comfortable things in the world, Could not relieve this sense of fear being hurled, At me from such a great distance.

Out of everything in my existence, I have never seen such a creature, Who is lacking so many normal and obvious features.

When these strangers appeared, All my bravery diminished and disappeared. Still hidden, I stare closer and more intently.

I shift my stance in the cold snow below oh so gently, And almost let out an astonished gasp, As I see the figure grasp the watch that I had left there, with my grandfather’s ancient clasp.

The snow-covered campground, Makes a sort of crunching sound, As I shift my feet on the ground. Crunch!

I am trying my best to hide, and I get a hunch. I look up from my stance and I freezeAs I see the yellow eyes staring back at me

Crisis Ignored

The Earth is drowning, the seas are rising, Which means the land is sinking. The seas are rising, Which means we are sinking.

The Earth is rotting, pollution is spiraling. Noxious gases seep deep into our earth, sweep through our streets. Gases and waste choke us daily. We sit idle as they poison everything in their path.

The Earth is losing its forests, deforestation is devastating. The trees disappear, exposing barren land. But do people know that without the trees, there is no us. Because trees are like filters, providing oxygen, nourishing our lungs.

The Earth is dangerous, natural disasters are ravaging. The twisting bodies of tornadoes rip through the Midwest. The earthquakes make the ground jump and shake, buildings crash. Our earth cracked, bruised, broken beyond repair.

But do we realize, there is nowhere to go, Nowhere to run, nowhere to escape? Earth is our only hope for another day. Another month, year, decade, century. The earth is our home. So why do we mistreat it, When the fate of our world, Depends on its perseverance?

Race is not to blame People are all the same. No matter what color, We should support one another.

Yet we look at each other and point a finger, And continue to allow racism to linger. When we view people as one, The issue at hand will be done.

Life is full of division, Remember Martin Luther King’s vision? He had a dream, We would live in a nation less extreme.

Let’s set aside our abnormalities, And make a common good our reality. Why do we feel the need to gain all control? When we could all try and reach one goal.

While we still have the opportunity, Let’s establish a society brought together in unity. Why is this even a debate? We are the example of our fate.

Who Cares About the Fall?

Gray and cold stone lining the shore, Men walking aimlessly around the glimmering green water, And I realized that today is bright.

With the water waving wickedly against the wooden ships, and sheep as white as snow snuggling on the sand, I know today should be bright.

I know that the cold water should not be piercing my skin, surrounding my body and robbing me of my air.

I know that the city lining the ocean does not care about me, about my fall from grace.

I know that the man walking along the stone path stays unbothered, but I did not know that I was so inconsequential.

Jagged rocks breaking through green and glimmering waters, ships going along the dips in the ocean as the wind rips my wings apart. With the ocean’s sweet sound echoing around us, the smell of the salt in air as I crash through, I am erased. Mountains, oceans, and ships all exist here but, here is where I come to meet my maker.

Can I ask a question? Only if it would be permissible to you, may I ask a question?

Do the waves whisper in the crest of your ear as they do to me? I hear their subtle voice, rugged and crass, telling me to sink deeper into their embrace. I feel their arms, cold and unforgiving, circle my body and pull me in. So I ask, is the ocean a friend to you too?

Whispering back to the oceans call, ‘Yes, my friend take me away with your siren song! Tear me away from the trees flourishing in green.

Snatch my body from the salty sea air and make me plunge. It would not matter, my friend, if you took me away. It would not mess with routine, the city would not quake, and that man will not care.’

Inconsequential am I, to the world around!

My fall as unimportant as a leaf falling to the ground in autumn. Falling like lamb on unstable footing, passing the man with his donkey on my way.

The town behind me does not shake, it does not care, just as the man stays undisturbed. Forgive me but I just have to ask, does anyone care about the fall? Who cares about my fall?