Every teardrop a dagger
As each one slid down her fair face--
Rolled off her cheeks,
And punctured my chest.

Every sob a stab,
Each choked breath of hers
Taken from a strangled lung of mine.
We are dying.

She is my world
My Mother Earth.

Now I watch,
As oceans overflow in her eyes,
As forests turn to deserts in her chest.
As she is ravaged.

We, I know, are linked still.

With every tear she cries I cry out in pain and fury at my helplessness
I am lost and alone and afraid and I don't want to lose her but it feels like I am losing her I know I'm not but I need to stop the daggers falling from her face as they lacerate my blood and squeeze my lungs like a medieval  execution by crushing.

Her pain is my pain.

We are one
And the same.