the earth at dawn, so blissful, serene;
my breath, smoky, in the cool mist,
happily felt, with smiling eyes, seen;
the dark fading, as the sun warms
the walker’s neck, walking with élan;
not even a child misses that beauty.
why then I wonder, do we, who admire,
turn a blind eye, to nature’s beauty
ignore Her scream, as we, born on Her,
kill Her children – cutting down trees,
polluting the water, and what else not.
if She is a goddess, and we God’s own,
are we not then, Her children too?
and Her children, are they not siblings?
for how long do we continue to ignore?
if Her scream dies with Her, so do we.
(© 3rd June 2015)