This Thought
Miraculous wonders
in the midst of
silent waves,
She beckons.
She wants to love
past the consumption,
past the hatred,
past the iron hearts
we've created.
She pleads.
Feel her embrace,
Feel her calm,
Feel her gentle caresses,
Feel safe.
Born of water,
We kill her
with our ignorance
and our filth,
Yet she forgives
and patiently waits.
How much longer
must she suffer?
How much longer
must her fate be
determined by Greed?
She loves,
She cries,
She hurts,
She waits.
She is beautiful.