eARTh III

Now art is used as war.
But what are we fighting for?
Another dead bee at our feet?
We've been greedy for honesty.
But we are still not sure what to believe of the green.
Fear interferes and prayer becomes pray but not today.
We must defend our wild life.
Not tame it or take it.
We must come out of our containers and land back in our bodies built over millions of years
Wondering where on earth we've been
While listening for their soft hums and silent wishes.
Don't let your silence separate you from yourself she sings.
A new world is coming.
On a quiet day you can hear her
Breathing.