
In times of crisis,
reflecting humans’ lifestyle
flowers bow their heads.
As we pull, uproot their soul,
they pity us, a lost cause.

In times of crisis,
reflecting humans’ lifestyle
flowers bow their heads.
As we pull, uproot their soul,
they pity us, a lost cause.

Embodying peace,
calmly, gently, kissing shores;
cradling tornadoes.

Slashing through dark clouds,
as an alien spaceship,
emblazons earth, sun.

Shadowing shine,
trees hide the moon, branching out
as patriarchy.

Bush fire-smoked sunsets?
Weather on hormonal spell.
Climate change… What now?