When the wind winds down
I want to die with it.
When darkness embarks on a cloud
I want to cry with it.
Because its tears aren't enough
To quench the thirst of our Mother,
And the fleeting songs the air sings
Reminds me of a fleeing lover.
Coming back now and
Again to touch her
To remember her curves,
Her structure.

When I see trees withering in spring
I can feel my soul dry up and shrivel.
Death flowering, in a garden of our drivel.
How careless we are as people,
Perceiving things without thought
As lesser beings.
When our hearts only beat because of the life they bring.

I feel like garbage, when I see it on the street
Like the world is a trashcan, full of humanity.
We are ****. We are useless. We are incomplete
When our souls don't communicate
On nature's frequency.

I want to give my life,
To save our dying planet
But my soul is tarnished
By what we've done to Her.
We should all just die
To save our Mother.

-SLuR