Abstract

ONE EARTH When the birds are gone Will we care? Will we sit outside And mourn the quiet? Will there be A sense of loss? Of missing beauty? Of Nature diminished? Or will we merely Go inside And turn on the TV? When there are No more animals And we own the earth What will we do? When the wind Is no longer Soft and warm But a raging monster Tearing off roofs And whipping fire, Will we curse Nature Or ourselves? And, when the oceans die And we own The stinking cesspool And the earth Is a giant landfill, Where will we go? Mary de La Valette July 2015 AND LANGUAGE The breeze weaves a path Through the forest. She bears messages. She is soft and warm and gentle But urgent. The poplar rustles her leaves. The spruce sways. The squirrels chatter. They understand. There is trouble coming. Mary de La Valette July 2015.