Tag: environmental poetry
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The Last Tree On Earth Tells its story: The Last Tree and Earth’s Whisper
I am the last tree on Earth— a fragile beacon standing amid the silent vastness, bearing stories etched in bark and breath, whispering hope into the barren wind. And I am Earth—ancient mother, wounded witness, carrying the weight of all life’s memories, calling to hearts willing to listen, promising renewal from the ashes of loss.…
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The Echo Game: A nursery rhyme for grown-ups
Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With plastic bells And oil well shells And pretty maids all in a row Of unmarked graves below.
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