Wake up! Wake up! What's happening? The sky is turning red, the ocean is roaring loudly, there are no animals anywhere.

The earth cries out for help, but no one answers. We all ignored her when she needed us, but when we needed her, she was there and helped us survive.

How did we repay her? How did we thank her? We thanked her by cutting down trees, killing animals, throwing trash into the ocean as if trees and animals were nothing more than unimportant things.

We made Mother Earth cry, we made her suffer, and now that she's dying, what are we doing? How are we helping her?

"Please, help her, she needs your help, this is the last time she asks for it. Please."

Wake up, please.

Listen to the sound
of a butterfly
flying by

Feel the wind
from a bumblebee's buzzing

Clouds in the sky
The endless artwork

Sun beating down
the tide comes around
with the gusts of
wind—adrenaline

rushes by as the sea
hushes the rustle of the trees
and the blinding rays of gold
lining the clouds above

Like a tear in the blue
And the light shining through
The comfortable blanket
the tangled net

That is a peaceful day
Coming to an end.

When red apple roses rise from my head,
Know that the earth has embraced me, now dead.
I'll rest where roots wrap my bones in the ground,
And bloom through my silence, no longer bound.

Their petals still whisper the things I once said;
In death, I will part with the cage of my heart.
So grieve in my garden, but know it’s my home,
For beauty will grow where my love ever roams.

The roses never asked,
Why you didn’t return home.
It just bloomed and died.

In the wet forest,
A carcass cradled by moss.
Life feeds on its loss.