I remember oceans trembling and spilling gently with water.
I remember dew drops glistening on pinecones, roses and buttercups
reflecting the colours of spice blush and butter
Barefoot and silent,
I remember cupping mouthfuls of fresh river water picking up dried up petals .
I remember those beautiful days.
Those beautiful days when the sun glowed just right.
Those beautiful days when the wind swooped gently soothing the harsh sunlight.
Once, this entire ground filled crimson and coffee barks
and peeping through the bushels of leaves I saw red flecked cardinals
sitting there twittering with no care in the world.
The times when you could spot children playing in the rich sand
laughing with no care in the world.
And drinking water from the ponds and river and lake.
Now I’m crying.
Because it was all a dream.
A big dream made up in a small girl’s mind
Because there is no water left
Because everything black-brown and grey
And I could run around barefoot for a hundred miles yet not see a single speck of crimson nor coffee
What did we do?
Let me tell you as I wipe my tears
that these birds are now extinct
no longer can I spot flitting wings coloured in hazel and maroon
because we destroyed it’s only homes
and replaced it with broken buildings filled with trash
for our benefit.
Let me tell you its becoming harder and harder to find that beautiful day
where the sun flushes just right
the quick cool winds have become dry.
and the glare of the sun has become sharp painful stings
So I’m pleading to you
do something before it’s too late
before we become completely blind to mother earth’s pleading cries
and deaf to the frightened screams of birds and animals.
So protest with me
So march with us
So scream with them
So fight like you never have
Fight until you bleed the colour of guilt
for humans and humanity,