There's a crack in earth's watering can;It's leaking buckets of precious water
Down from summits and glaciers
Diverted and dumped in swimming pools and golf course resorts
Flushed down toilets and sanitary stations
Keeping monoculture alive with irrigation projects.
Rivers, once running clear over polished stones,
Now are a trickle tinged with phosphorescent film;
Upriver, giant dams ensure that power comes first
Greenhouse gases changing the gentle cycle;
Ground water going deeper and more inaccessible
Tinged by obstinate pollutants.
Canopies of trees have disappeared
With their roots and shade protecting the raindrops
Nurturing each precious drop for green.
When will we be earth's gardener again
Tending her cares before our own?
A little creative writing escape at Magpie Tales #26.
Labels: earth, environment, conservation, poem, poetry,
