Poemattic: Poetry and Art for the Soul

                                           Painting by Melba Christie

 

As a grandmother I seem to be more in tune with the things that will affect the future of my grandchildren. I want them to inherit a clean and healthy environment. I want them to feel what it like to run freely on the leaves of grass and through fields of lilies. I recently saw footage of the enormous damage caused by wildfires in California, Washington and Oregon.

I wrote Nature’s Rebellion after watching video about the devastation caused to wildlife and homes in these areas.

 

 

Nature’s Rebellion

Grassy foothills

now an eerie white

my heart broke at the sight

 

Thick layers of smoke

block out the baby blue sky

a 3000 year old Sequoia

reaches out its towering limbs

as if to ask the heavens

to be saved from the smothering blaze nearby

 

Wildfires everywhere

totally out of control

wait for El Niño

to drench the earth’s soul

 

Some say fire

and some say ice

Nature’s Rebellion

Who knows what sacrifice

 

Whatever we do now

may not suffice

 

My canvas impatiently waits

for me to paint

the landscapes of my dreams

fields of full of lilies

lavender and sage

Daffodils dance their coming of age

We need to remember

our world is one stage

 

come one and come all

to witness our survival

before it’s too late

be thoughtful, less careless

Don’t let our planet’s death

Be our fate.