wind caresses
my soul, like a
tapestry, impossible
to hold

I let the sounds,
drown,
my inner-dialogue,

and, focus
instead,

on the beauty
in front of me,
of a thousand
bled

journeys,
human misery, and
cunning,
tread

with skies,
so red

and, yes,

baffling
to the eye, when
we don’t
even
try

hard enough,

to take care of
the planets
lullaby,
beautiful
read,

and,

sung
so softly to us
since the
cradle
was made, and
we laid down for
our first
song-related fable

which, leaves me

wondering
now
about
humanities
current thread,

so ask,

may we now
please
portend
less,

leaving
aside
the disrespect,
and, instead

reflect,
and disregard abject,
in favor of love-
born respect
for our Motherly
homestead?

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