Ever present clouds

the darkest spring I can remember.

Mother Nature’s tears

falling down out of the heavens.

Storm clouds block out all the light

except the flashes of her rage

as she thinks about the suffering

we’re still inflicting to this day.

She weeps for the lives

of all her children who have died,

murdered for our tastes,

tortured for our vanity,

hunted down for our sick pleasure,

or left decaying on the highway.

She weeps for the evil

she has witnessed in humanity.

No love for one another.

No respect for our diversity.

Senseless wars just fought for profit

and only justified by artificial fear.

Unimaginable cruelty to innocent beings

screaming behind walls so we don’t have to hear.

We think our society has come so far.

We think that we’ve survived the storm.

But we’re still making all the same mistakes,

just in a slightly different form.

All the while she’s been trying to tell us

the only way that she knows how.

She’s been warning us to change our ways.

I fear it may be too late now,

But maybe if we hurry

we will find that there’s still time.

If we hear her pleas and make the change

perhaps she’ll clear the skies.