It sits still Stagnant The surface a mirror of misery Life long gone Waiting for the rain But it never comes It sits still Still with pain Still with melancholy Paralyzing despair It recedes into itself Fading away Cracking and crumbling Waiting for the rain Waiting for the tears long gone dry A settled numb stillness Waiting for a ripple Waiting for a change Waiting For salvation
Long ago, in a youth now gone, I spent hours at a pond, A clay base , sun adorning, Tadpoles swimming, half forming, I spied with magnifying glass, Frogs finally hopped at last, Now, no frogs, cause no rain, Is is all because of climate change? So I ponder on such ponds, Where have all the tadpoles gone? That was our ecological health, How can we restore our planet's wealth?
Sun lit green trees highlighted By a background of black Clouds tearing apart Drops crash earth bound Explode on leaves Turning dust to mud Trickles into streams Rivers into torrents Pealing the skies With cracked bells Gutters overflow Appearing puddles Become ponds Ponds burst banks Forlorn plants droop