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