In every century owned by man
Through every torments and trials
In every plague since time began
On every continent and isles
Within the devastation made
By mankind’s slow advancing
The earth itself now tired and frayed
But the lady keeps on dancing
The words may change, the music not
As the world keeps on turning
Colder winters, summers more hot
Forest fires keep burning
The ice caps melt, the oceans rise
Mankind loses its last chances
We survey the ruins with stinging eyes
But still the lady dances
Maybe there’s time to reverse the trend
And work with nature to enhance
Nature doesn’t want the earth to end
She just wants to dance….
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amazing perspective!!
Thanks!
Fantastic ending! All of life is a dance for sure, thank you for sharing
yeah, an important message!
'we were gifted a disco globe
of a planet
and we've gone and drained it
of its shine...'
(thanks for sharing, dear poet
such a timely, write
and a wonderful metaphor)
A great message. Thanks for sharing.
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