Anew

there are no endings filling cups

with liquids meant to moisten

trees and canopies of jungles

foggy mountains green umbrellas

insects live at breakneck speeds

making them absorb the worlds

needs as clouds give way to day

as day breaks clouds misdeeds

snakes and lizards feed and creep

up mushroom kingdoms spore-like

feet and legs that house the microbes

speak to roots that grow so deep

amphibious or mammalian

in form their matter matters not

to breathe the air; to hunt and eat

and sleep and dream a world unique

feathered and scaled; fy to swim

gliding slitherly through the thicket

thinking therefore not one was wicked to

peck the insects eyes out

and then the humans free market

jumbotron corporate alliance injector

sucks the wealth of nature from underneath

her bosom through her cradle

predator and prey; creators and clay

concrete and steel plates rising high

the real estate consumes the empty land

with nothing but ownership and entitlement

things may not look good from here;

however, there are natives of this earth

that cherish her and respect the air and the

waters that breathe life into life into life...

without them we can not succeed

and we will all bleed into the cracks we made

we must have a voice that not just speaks

but screams the truth from the highest peaks

you have a voice and it will be heard

when we're all one inside the furnace of the sun

spinning and expanding as a red giant should

another system will be made and it will be understood