Clare R.

Dear Mother Earth,

I see your pain:
You’re sick.

The brown sludge is poisoning your blue waves
landfills are clogging your pores.
You’re getting a fever, too.

They turn the other cheek:
ignore your sores
your cries for relief.
But I am not one of them.

I will help you:
I’ll clean your water
I’ll reduce my impact
I’ll recycle
I’ll emit less
I’ll help them, who are blind to your suffering,
See.

I see your pain,
your illness-
others do too.
Together we’ll find a cure.
This is my pledge-
to you.

Clare R.