By Elizabeth Venter
In whispers of the ancient trees, I speak in rustling leaves and gentle breeze.
Beneath the starry canopy, I weep, As my wounded heart, in sorrow, keeps.
Beneath azure skies, cerulean and vast, I bear the weight of your deeds amassed.
Mountains crumble, rivers run dry, In my silence, I ask you why, oh why?
The oceans, once teeming with life’s embrace, Now suffocate in your plastic waste.
Coral reefs, vibrant, fade to grey, In my silence, I beg you to find a way.
I am the soil, the rock, the sea, The keeper of life’s sacred decree.
In your care, I placed all trust, Now, my plea, in ashes and dust.
Save me, for I am your home and heart, Before it’s too late, before we part.
In unity, let’s heal and restart, For my survival, I implore, take part.