Gaia screams from within her core
cries ebbing upon earthly shores,
For the unbloomed flowers
and trees that don’t tower
For the stagnant tides
suffocating in yesterdays High.
For lost souls, dying spirits
and empty chests where a heart should sit.
Gaia whimpers, sobbing free
Her pulse felt in waving leaves
Those same waving leaves felt her pulse
an echoed cry, knowing now,
the end is nigh, the prophecy was not false
Gaia cries for all that feel
death is ours, death is real.
Karen Hayward ©2018
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