Me and nature. An awesome combination if you ask me.

SKR

Cries from the Rainforest

Think of this earth as a body
The Rainforest being the heart
The threat of a deadly virus
Slowly tearing her apart
The rain mixed with pollution
Each tear acids of pain
Sliding the mountains downhill
Scarring her pretty terrain
Trees being mowed down for paper
Baring her form to the sun
Drying her skin into wrinkles
Leathering her under our gun
The constant threat of this battle
Her scars go the bone
Thoughtless dangerous pollution
Opening up the ozone
She who once was a beauty
Slowly eaten alive
Tortures of man's only duty
Jackknifed into this dive
She's going downhill faster
Than we who believe can plant trees
She hunches her back to disaster
When more of us need to believe
She really needs a make-over
Her body needs the repairs
We have to complete in our lifetime
The beauty that we took over years
Give back to her heart it's true beat
The one that makes us believe
That she who gives everything to us
Won't have to wear pain on her sleeve
We need to think of this lady
To give and not falter her trust
We need to think of her blessings
Think hard of what's under her crust
To feel as I do her pain
To live each day close to life
To feel the cries of the Forest
To make a good go for her strife
It won't take long to tender
It can happen if we attempt
To pull our resources together
The Rainforest is giving us hints
Her heart is in need of a by-pass
We clogged her arteries and veins
With polluted fires of shaven forms
Apathized her answer to rains
Now she sobs to us with a pity
Very few hear her fears
The heart of the Rainforest weeps for us
We have minutes...while we took from her
...years

© 2003 Susan K. Rowse

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