There is so much pain my Mother feels,
with sons and daughters, all for slaughter.
My animal brothers , trees, and lakes.
we kill them vainly and they cry for help.
The trees are burning down to their roots,
gone are their arms that lifts to the skies.
I hear them cry, with tears falling down their trunks,
but not for them, for they cry for man.
There is a black veil, my heart is heavy.
They grieve for man who is blind to their… Continue