Our Weeping Planet

Our Weeping Planet

I began, a trickle of clear water.
Sneaking into crevices,
sparkling tiny bubbles, sustenance for plants.
Life affirming hope, nature's glorious dance.

A luminous stream under the sun,
grows longer, wider in girth.
Molding life, giving birth,
becoming part of an evolving earth.

A swimming hole for children,
laughing, searching for treasures.
Moonlight lovers find enchantment.
All vital parts of a wondrous planet.

Wait! What is this change?
Has nature become mans’ merciless game?
My riverbed, now covered by discarded trash.
Is my legacy to become history's sad past?

By Kathie Stehr
October 1, 2020