Listen – Ed Stathis

Listen to her talking,
The soft gentle breeze brushing the leaves in the trees
Listen to her talking,
The endless babble of water running over stubborn rocks
Listen to her talking,
The droning of returning bees floating over old gardens
Listen to her talking,
The snow geese honking past the silver moon at night
Listen to her talking,
The burdened waves of the sea;
Crashing on a misty morning shore
Listen to her talking,
The crickets and the frogs singing to a star burst sky
Listen to her talking,
The low rumble of angry distant clouds
Listen to her talking,
The winter wind howling across open fields

Now listen to her crying,
As we dig big holes into her body
Now listen to her crying,
As we pour smoke into her blue eyes
Now listen to her crying,
As we cut her fingers of wood to the ground
Now listen to her crying,
As we block her veins with dams and toxic sludge
Now listen to her crying,
As we spill her black blood into the ocean

Listen to her now;
Before she ever be silent

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