Snowflakes falling looks like a dream,
but shovelling thick snow is a task.
Some millions tear up with Notre Dame,
then mutely smells Amazon’s ash.
When will we speak, when we should?
When will we answer, when we are asked?
I hope before our mothership sinks.
I hope before we all turn into dust.
A Reading Writer 
Oh, Rosie….so true…i hope we do something before its too late..
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Sigh. We can only hope. Thank you, Mich!
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I’ve been struggling with how to respond to the fires and other climate crises. Your response is empathetic and powerful. Great work, sister!
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Thank you so much, brother. It is really a tough time right now. Sigh.
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I hear the verses of this poem echoing in my heart, dear Rosema. I too wonder and weep for our future and for the state of our dying planet.
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Yes. And it’s a massacre without resolve until now. The President is even saying there is no fire happening. Ridiculous. -_-
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Wonderful job with this issue! I wasn’t even aware of the Amazon fire until last week or so for I was tuned out of world news for a bit.
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They are trying to keep it out of the world’s radar actually. Sigh.
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Wow. So thought-provoking. I hope humankind wakes up before it’s too late. Excellent post!
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I hope, so, too. 😦 Thank you, Shweta!
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When will we speak, when we should?
When will we answer, when we are asked?
oooh, dearie. my heart breaks with you. this is a heartbreakingly beautiful piece.
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T_T I agree. And until now there is no resolve for this massacre of earth.
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