Our Land, Our Universe, Our Deserts filled with no Rain, Birds flying with no Wings

CAMELS IN THE DESERT

I see the baby deer sucking at his mother’s milk.
I realize everyone is milking the earth of all it has.
All the natural resources, the oil, the trees, and all that is under the sea.
We are giving nothing back in return except for pollution of the air,
the water and even the desert.
Our camels are dying from eating the empty plastic water bottles.

The fish are choking on the oil
and the birds get their small necks stuck in the rings of plastic cans.
I listen to the earth and I hear the whale in the ocean cry.
He is crying from something he has swallowed,
it is a combination of liquid nitrogen and methadone.
The combination has made a fire in him and the smoke is covering the land.

What will we tell our children and grand children and their grand children
when they ask us what a tree is.
They will have heard of the name tree,
but no sense of what the shade of an oak tree feels like
and the bark of the eucalyptus smells like.
We must protect their land.
The land of our children and our ancestors.