The Silent Screams of Gaia

She whirls with anger, ruckus in the wind,
defeat ripping the leaves from Her limbs, murderous

The loud groans of the heavy-engined monsters drown out the smooth
melodies of the winged choir,
the critters run blindly along the smoggy roots and stones,
their nearby comfort a distant memory
while the plants scream a silence the pierces the soul
of Her terrain

In Her own defense, She pulls the rain from the clouds,
scraping Her nails across the sky and leaving Her threats
of bright lit bolts

With a heavy downpour, She begs, She pleads through the
waves nearest to the furthest seas for the simplicity of being,
but Her sorrows go ignored and shall continue so,
for the infiltrating noise surpasses the frequency of peace
with the intention to crack Her core,

And it is then, with unfortunate delight, that She may engulf
us all into Her fiery wrath

Solis

The winds relax
I yawn and ready myself to ready the others
The fire spurs inside me, the heat
enough to push me up into the open field
of sky blue
I glance around
I am alone
Not a cloud in sight
I stretch out an arm and send a streak of warmth
towards the north
My other arm unfurls and warms up the frosty
east
The fire is rushing around me now, its
presence undeniable
My legs shoot from beneath me sending
my flaming rays towards remaining directions
I watch as the dewy droplets trickle down the daisies stems
scurrying before the heat absorbs them
The birds sing to me, pleased to know that
I’ve returned once more
and will continue to do so
evermore