THE EARTH IS HURTING....OR, GAIA CRIES

Written during one of many "Saharan Plumes" during long, hot summer of 2018

For Emmy, a Young Environmentalist

My dearest friend is not looking well.

There’s something seriously wrong.

Usually so alive and vibrant,

Resilient, healthy and strong.

But now, a sallow, yellow-y tinge,

Desiccated, dull and dry.

Withered, scorched and shrivelled,

It’s so sad – I want to cry…

If she were able, she would cry,

Though never known to complain.

Parched and cracked, she whispers:

“Rain….. ..  I must have rain….”

Ffion