She weeps. She wails.
that one day her children will learn to use their knowledge wisely.
The Big Ice.
Caribbean-blue melt-water pools
the size of small countries
spread upon Mother Earth’s once pristine pate.
under their weight…
carried on the four winds,
dust her once pristine complexion…
wreaking havoc upon not only her beauty,
but the very existence
of her children.
One can hear the inland ice calve
in a thundering clap…
– imaq –
❤ Happy Earth Day ❤