Glory
I just watched a crow hopping on a leaf blade Teased by the rain puddle, Sniffing the wet earth hugged by the dainty drops I lay myself on this piano mud bed My every sense waking to every strike of those keys with the move and rise Of the rythm of soil This rythm is slowly becoming a painful roar It we don't scream now. We shall never be able to sing. #SaveSoil #ConsciousPlanet