A Song of Pained Honey

In a language of severe weather, Mother Nature tells us she’s getting sicker and sicker. Polluted waters are the blood running backwards through her raped-jewel landscape. Holes in the atmosphere are the cysts on her lungs offering us fewer breaths of cool blue sky. When she sings, an aria of earthquakes and melting ice caps flood and quiver her voice. Deforestation and overpopulation leave her naked and weighted. Through it all, Mother Nature manages to uplift and awake. Heal and resurrect. Her song is the pained honey singing us sweetly into each new day.

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