Treasure.

Cold-hearted mountains and subservient waves,

Lines trace the earth, a pattern of graves.

Of a path once walked, crossed over and trodden,

A grassland of plenty once full is now empty.

Trees of all colours were before there were songs,

Now broken and twisted, a reflection of wrongs.

Once a chorus of beauty and delight, now not a heaven in sight.

Lands once spotted and flecked with life, where creatures of old cried out in the night.

A tale of song or a call of love, now fall silent as their hollows souls fall from above.

Homes start to rot covered in what we have discarded,

Creations of man that only destroy what they guarded.

Before time, before us, before the first bird ever sang,

Where the night was a dream and the sun was a gift,

Oceans of tropical life now bleached where plastics drift.

This home we took, we ruined and burnt,

We dug out her heart and filled it with hurt.

We make her bleed, break her will as our pockets fill.

She screams, send storms, splits the earth in two, fells buildings, send disease for all that we do.

She yells stop, stop, stop it this time.

Stop the hurt, stop the wounds, stop the poisons you consume.

Slowly she falls silent.

That Mother we all share.

Years pass and all turns to darkness, all that remains is a shrinking carcass.

Too far we have gone with no chance of return.

This is it. What we have done. It’s true we never learn.

She is gone.

The wind chimes, new bluebells scenting the golden air,

With a whisper of a treasure hidden somewhere there.

Of a light that still burns, a warmth never gone,

A hum of a mother now lingers into song.

A promise that she was never far, forgiving us for all that we are.

It’s time to say sorry for all we have done, stop the pain, the destruction, stop taking til there’s none.

Stop the drilling, protect the wild, and please, no more killing.

Spread the riches to the poor, keep food at every door.

Give everyone a chance, make this the final stance.

Only then will she return to us, blue and beautiful.

And this time, we will not kill her.

For she is Mother Nature, she is our home.