A poem I wrote one day while contemplating the state of the earth...during a time I wasn't a believer...
Hear the wind whisper in desperation,
Feel the earth plead in protest.
Our mother needs our help,
We're taught to satiate our elders.
We're taught to have reverence.
Why then do we desecrate her beauty?
Let us no longer abdicate our obligation.
Let us no longer forsake our mother.
Make way for convalescence.
Open up to amelioration.
By Kirby Lemon
Hear the wind whisper in desperation,
Feel the earth plead in protest.
Our mother needs our help,
We're taught to satiate our elders.
We're taught to have reverence.
Why then do we desecrate her beauty?
Let us no longer abdicate our obligation.
Let us no longer forsake our mother.
Make way for convalescence.
Open up to amelioration.
By Kirby Lemon
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