Plants, Soils and Oceans (Poetic Dialogue Competition)
Where has all the carbon gone Long time spewing Where has all the carbon gone short term storage Where have all the carbons gone When humans burned the fossil fuels When will they ever learn? When will we ever learn?
Where have all the humans gone? Long time passing Where have all the humans gone? Long time ago Where have the humans gone? Bought new cars every one When will humans learn? When will we ever learn?
All it could take is a lit match or one Flame to set our entire world on fire. Everything is destroyed in its warpath, But what are we doing to stop it? We run From our problems and someday the desire To protect earth will run out. There is wrath.
Our children are sweeping up sand from the floor of the lamp that is our earth † † † †† † † † † growing catch as catch can while raking leaves from the beach into our weedy meadows † † † † † † † † † † coming and going like a foreign language where there is no one who cannot keep their own mind † † † † † † † † † † preaching the choir before every performance while crossing in through every door of this village crossing bridge after bridge just † † † † † † † † † † to admire the watermark tracery, the feline veins marking the throats already of...
Dust Particles fall to lay on skin, Skin, the gift of ancestral kin evokes reminiscence of what was, what is, will never be Water nourishes these carbon-based shells holding our bright souls now dun, for soon, rivers run dry while poisons fill crippled lungs as we wither, crumble and dispose as dust blown into the storm.
Trees whistle in the yard Swaying wide and far Wind howls as clouds form Rain showers and hail pours Sky opens, land beckons forth An ancient power in sustaining force
Dig your toes into the soil and feel the life A deep inner connection, born to you As we are animals who think ourselves not The land knows no better, do not fraught. Though the rest of us may be degenerate Some of us may feel better being regenerative. Love the soil, and care for it. This is our law.
Who wants to buy an island, beachfront property going really cheap For a hundred grand the whole fucking island is yours to keep Yes, that's right for one hundred thousand you can possess it all The tons of plastic, glass, and paper products creating this ball
A floating mass of garbage, a problem that no one wants to solve They just don't realize it's the ecosystem being robbed All of that plastic poisoning the ocean, killing marine life And who's catching more hell than the sea turtle's strife