Sighs overflow earth’s orbit.
The world cries out in distress, disorder, warning;
while each request is given a token answer
plotted and photocopied ad infinitum.
Scholarly lectures about her circumstance
are published and forgotten,
pooled and forgotten.
Earth cannot write her own biography
while cynics are in control
and those who care have no power.
The corporations promote youth fashion.
Complement fools with smoke screen mirrors.
Rot the summer spaces with pollution.
Hoard behind a cloud of business as usual,
as if this was the way of the world.
Would they even notice if the spring was silent?
Remember the ideal wrinkled and bearded farmer
chaser of rabbits, uncaring of fashion,
who spent his days in the garden
nurturing fruit and flower
and the first strawberries of spring.
He used to breathe the fragrance of green,
listen to the chirping of birds and crickets.
Now bees have to be bought and their services
Beneath the world mind there are
rules for underground magic .
Linked shadows hide behind the bogus brain
which rearranges evidence to suit itself,
composes many noise clouds,
makes many photocopies
of arguments and reasons
for why it is the way it is
and why it cannot be changed.
Meanwhile nature cries out for healing.
Sighs of her innocent ones overflow earth’s orbit
and love is silent, invisible, underground.
The world has grown too cynical for fairies.
Mysteries have become irrelevant
and economic logic cuts to ribbons the internal knowing.
Where is the proof they say.
Beneath the oppressive noise,
let love overflow the underground pool and
do it’s magic underneath token reasons
for each prearranged photocopy .
Let it undermine the plotted evidence.
Let earth’s rebirth music be composed and
her biography be allowed to illustrate the spectrum
behind the linked orbits of the planets.
May every distress request be answered.