Before The Storm

Its dark and deathly silent
Anticipation quivers the still air
Mother Nature is holding herself in
Keeping her reactions in check
Holding her breath to stop from screaming

She hates the state of the world
The death, the bloodshed
Children crying from touch
Women crying from no food
Men lying to make a fool

It’s too much for her to bear
The world she created
Divided, chaotic, seeking, aporetic
Misanthropic

She’s trying to hold herself
Together but as another
Bullet flies its all she can do
To keep from…

Shout Mother Nature, screamMiss Earth
Let yourself release, exhale
The breath so life taking
Let the people see your anger
Have the people feel your
Sadness, hear the pain

It’s not your burden
Mother Nature to house their
Pain, be yourself, live
Cry.