Challenge
Write from the perspective of Mother Nature viewing her ruined earth
I am doing a photography exhibition in Manchester City centre (UK) and want a poem that I will record being spoken to go alongside my photographs of moorland fires, the winner will have their work displayed at the exhibition and will be credited.
A Warning.
Ungrateful.
That is what they are.
I gave them the lush green grass that they so easily tear away,
I gave them the cool, clear water that they soil without a thought,
I gave them life.
And now, they choose to take that life in their hands and crush it.
They release gases into the air that I gave them,
They don’t care,
But I do.
So I give them back the smoke that they give me,
But I give it back thicker, darker.
So I give them back the stifling heat that they give me,
But I give it back blazing, I give them fire.
What I give is a warning,
A chance to redeem my once beautiful land,
But they look upon the smoke and the crumbling ashes,
They turn around,
And walk away.
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