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The Wind Whispers

Contributed by Seikjo on Thursday, 12th August 2004 @ 07:41:59 PM in AEST
Topic: NaturePoetry

The wind whispers my name.
It calls me to the highest peak.
It tells me to fly in the air with wings unclipped.
The wind whispers in pain.
It says: "My children I am dieing and so are you.
I hold what you need most.
My sisters plants are dieing, you cut them down,
and for what?
Cattle?
Why must you kill me, my children why cant you hear my whispers?
Stop this madness and return to what you were before.
Loving, peaceful, and caring.
Return to your former selves.
Return to what you were from so long ago.
Take my advice and do this.
For if you don’t,
I shall die.
And so shall you.”
The wind whispers to us; she wants us to listen.
But we do not hear her, she who created what we need to live.
Soon if we don’t stop we all shall die with her.
Listen to me and the wind, help us restore the earth.
Back to the way it was before, before we created deathly gasses.
Before we made huge cities.
Before we became greedy for metals.
Before we all stole from others.
Before we started to kill our mother air.
Do it now, before we all die,
along side mother air.
Do it now before it is to late.
The wind whispers, to us.
But we are too busy from what we do.
Our greed, lust, deathly gasses, and our hacks and saws.
That cut away at mother earth.
We need mother air and earth to live.
So why do we hurt them so?
The wind whispers: “Help me children…before it is…to…late…”

Copyright Â© Seikjo ... [ 2004-08-12 19:41:59]
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Re: The Wind Whispers (User Rating: 1 )
by Honey56 on Friday, 15th September 2006 @ 06:33:29 PM AEST
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Nice write...
honey56

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