The Call Of Mother

Its that time on Earth,

Which had to come 

To put the brakes, 

On the human race.

While a human disease was feared, 

 Air was vacuumed and cleared 

An experience of silence so strong,

Gently laced with sweet birdsongs.  

The forest lived another day, 

Trees were having their say. 

Lost inhabitants moved free, 

All they wanted was just to be. 

Fate was driving up the infections,

While clearing rivers of contamination. 

If only our Being was allowed to tune-in,

We would hear what nature could bring in.   

There is never any wrath from Mother Earth, 

For she can only give and give and give,

Our tale has been of imbalance,

No surprise for the correction to happen.  

Now, as the breeze blows,

And sentinel trees dance

The Earth will speak,  

You will know where you stand.  

Listen to the call from Mother Earth, 

Before we make this 'about us' again 

Her wound is deep. Healing is not yet done. 

This is a new beginning. There is more to come.  



" We don’t need to save ourselves. 
We need to love. 
That's how life thrives."