If the earth could speak
what stories would she tell
long, slow sagas of formation and reformation
continents separating and joining
drowning in order to rise again
crusts clash along fault lines
and trembles run through her
pressure deep inside
explodes in fiery destruction
wiping the slate clean
and starting anew
If the earth could speak
what songs would she sing
grand operas of green and golden life
forests rolling over mountain and down to valley
grassy pasture trilling with colour
clear rivers sing running arpeggios
down to the rise and fall of the blue-green sea
arias of life moving across the world
feather and fur and skin
dancing the harmony
in endless grace
If the earth could speak
what tears would she cry
poison in her soil and water
dead stumps across barren land
wailing the pain of dry rivers
and dying life
her story will go on to a new chapter
long slow saga
of life after us
The earth is speaking
why won’t we listen