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written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield
Perhaps we are great Thunderbirds
sowing the seeds of epic storms.
Or maybe, we're just small feathers
slowly floating toward the ground.
Are we one with the steamy breath of the
majestic Buffalo standing covered in snow.
Possibly our souls are touched by the
howls or growls of the wolf or grizzly bear.
Can you hear the screams of the rainforests
as they crash by the millions to the ground.
Do you sleep well at night as so many are
murdered; clear-cut and gone forever?
As our air is polluted by the burning of fossil
fuels, and our climate changes getting warmer,
what is left behind for your children's children?