Alone on the beach with only driftwood for company that day,
I felt the disembodied moment of solitude, peace only an afterthought,
As the smokey haze engulfed the air and the wildfires suffocated Mother Earth,
My tears could not form from the hazardous atmosphere and my eyes burned,
The Puget Sound air is not so pure anymore, sadly a reality,
Knowing people forget how vulnerable our planet has become,
Her fragility not on their minds as they continue to build waste,
Surely, they are apart from nature as they ignore the enemy in front of them,
Feeling like the driftwood beside me, my tears turn into ash as my thoughts drift.
As the years muster forth with continual strain, our destruction and apparent disregard is evident,
Mother Earth is crying to be let out of the destructive human trap, we muffle out her pleas,
With many careless to her plights, writings of an extinction level event are in the textbooks,
The fear of this event is palpable in my heart and mind, my dreams have become hazy, smokey dreams,
Tucked in bed at night my dreams are not as bright, the sun cannot peer between all the smokey haze.
Then I wake up to relive similar moments daily.
STILL IS THE NIGHT
The quiet pulse of the night reverberated through the trees, As the wind sang its peaceful tune to all,
Singing of a glorious world while others sleep, such tenderness fills my body,
Then the scent of the Puget Sound air fills my nostrils as I know the power,
The power of the calm still night,
The night recharges my senses anew, alas!
Aww….the sweet bliss of purity,
I close my eyes and feel the vibrations and calmness of the dark,
I am at peace and let out a deep breath,
Feeling the touch of night’s hands as it lulls me to sleep. I rest.
I finally can say, “Good night world. Rest your head upon a weary pillow. Tomorrow will ring new.”