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

Within This Realm

It was kismet
the way the grey kissed the sky
Flush with the tears from the gods up high
The mist squeezed eagerly from the pregnant clouds
rogue drops hitchhiking on the coat tails of the wind
along the bend of the mountain tops
mist turned to sleet and fell at the feet of the
royal oaks the lined the richest banks of the
loneliest rivers
A quiver of Zeus’s breath sent a fresh gust
of scented earth shooting across the face of the planet
As the clouds slept along the edge of the heavens
peace rained heavily amongst the soil

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

The Uncertainty of Natural Regard

I am the grass,
overlooked in the sight of the horizon.
Any journey desired must acknowledge my existence,
and yet, lack of appreciation fares high.
My height bothersome to many,
pesky to any traveler whose feet remain exposed;
livid with knowing that my viridescent arms house the feral enemies hungry to feast upon any revealed flesh.
Rather remiss, I await every trample,
anxious to befriend the energy carried in the soles passing through;
whispering apologies for my natural mediocrity,
only to be reminded by a visiting kindred spirit of my widespread beauty defining the skyline;
the foundation in which the sky illuminates.
Substantial and unforgotten to those with a broader perspective;
ever-growing with content in knowing that
I am the grass.