The wind caresses the ground

Blowing as if to give the fallen leaves life

Blowing as if to force them to speak

To crackle with the language of mother earth

She utters within the soft breeze

Telling you to wake up and listen

Listen to her words of wisdom

Hear her as she asks you

What will you choose to save?

Her breath, 

her air, 

her lungs

Will you dismiss her rasping voice?

Or will you choose to save

Her bones, 

her skin, 

her soul

Will you stand on her body 

As you strangle her

Will you laugh as you turn away from her edict?

Will you walk away when the conversation is hard? 

Will you continue to suffocate her with your pleasures?

Your so called deserved needs

Is she getting what is justified 

for providing us a home, food, water, life

Where are you now that she is dying?

You know that she will wage war

And we are doomed to lose

She will rise again. 

With or without us.

The trees rattle in demand

The time is now

The question has been asked

You choose your answer