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A POEM FOR YULE

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I dreamt I danced with Mother Nature,
And whilst we danced she sung,
Of times past when the earth was young,
When the air was sweet and full of life,
And the waters were as pure as a mountain stream,

I dreamt I danced with Mother Nature,
Then she whispered me her fears,
All the time her tired eyes were welling up with tears,
She quietly spoke of the smog and choke
Of her lungs burning and the increasing smoke,
Of her seas filling with the waste from a virus she calls man,
Of her stars obscured from view, by unnatural light
and the fever she is feeling, hotter by the day,

I dreamt I danced with Mother Nature,
And whilst we danced she told me
how when she was young (not a care for her world)
But now she fears she has grown too old,
Her skin is pitted with the workings of man,
many of her species just dust in the pan,

I dream I dance with Mother nature,
And in my arms she died,
I dream I dance with mother Nature,
And now all my wake I cry.

Phil Weaver 25/12/2011

Photo by Rui Miguel Pedrosa on Unsplash

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