The Storm
The trees breath out clouds the sun shines down the rain pours all around me. The wind howls past I’m happy at last right here in the eye of the storm. I tried to stay sane and not think about the strain we put on this earth and all who live on it, although I had some success I feel it’s time for recompense to heal the spaces around me. I do this for the trees and I speak for the bees, I do not hold myself above you, I come from love and I hope I can dissolve this hatred that I feel around me. Please now I’m begging you rethink this destructive plan you’re leading us through all we want to do is show you a new view and help you realize it’s not just about me and you
Rewild
A flattened landscape of mountains and trees, hills and valleys, rivers and streams. Making way for concrete blocks, then we build green places to negate what we’ve lost. Will you stay docile, or will you answer the call to re-wild. Pillars of steam and exhaust pour into the sky choking the wildlife, we take them away when they get to close, because this is our space, they don’t belong anymore. Will you stay docile, or will you answer the call to re-wild. We go crashing through, this old growth forest, until there’s nothing left before us, why can’t we see, that all this time, we’re causing the death of the wild. Will you stay docile, or will you answer the call to re-wild.
Out of the Ground
I’m liking all the bees on the blackberry blossoms, their buzzing brings the day awake with new colours and new smells, there was a time i have to say when I would swat them all away but we need them now to bring new life out of the ground. Carpenter ants swarm through the tree, I watch them as they ignore me, to busy breaking down the wood to pay head. At first I was revolted by their crawling contortions but we need them now to bring new life out of the ground. Underneath the grass and clover when you go to turn it over, you’ll see those worms wriggling around, although they might not look like much, it’s clear that as they munch, they help to bring that new life out of the ground. It’s clear to anyone who cares to look that if we went and took, all of these insects out of the world, life for us would be more difficult and so I implore you folk, to help to keep the new life coming out of the ground.
Fireweed
The breath of the mountain blows through the trees, the passage of the pine Beatle, once so ugly to me. But now when I look at it and feel the air on my face, I see beauty in the death, and learn to love again. Love again, can I learn how, love again, when hate and fear abound. Even if our trees die, that just means we need to try and love somehow. Storm clouds gather overhead and as the lightning touches down, those trees that ones stood strong are bound to crumble now. A terrible horrible beautiful fire reaches for the sky and as I watch I realize I’ve learned to love again. Love again, come stand by me now, love again, face your fear and denounce. Even if our trees burn and even if the clouds churn, we’ll love somehow. As the smoke that once filled the sky sink deep into the ground, new life springs up around me from the ashy mound, the first to call this wasteland home and bring beauty to the death, fireweed brings what once was gone, back around again. Love again, I can show you how. Love again, the hate we’ve held will come down. As the hope we’ve sewn becomes our own, our love is bound.