Once I heard a plant cry.
Tear after tear, in sorrow,
Yet she mistily.
Rapt and alone,
Listening concern shown.
Empty words, but in a minute,
Million shown.
Once I heard a plant cry.
Water did it drop from her leaves,
Her eyes.
In succession, own in time.
What brought this?
Is it I? Is it man's crime.
In the irony of creation,
End nine.
Question over question,
Answers unheard.
What rendered her speechless?
Man his greed his greed.....
Did the messenger in the wind breath.
Soo ungrateful, the likes of mankind.
Life though she sustain cut her down will he.
Compassion he has non.
Let alone for the one that can't speak.
One day! One day will he learn.
When the last tree has fallen,
The last fish in the sea caught.
Last of the water polluted and
The last fruit, it rot.
Shall man see, will man learn.
Money but paper
He can eat it not.
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In sorrow there is grace. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.