Horizon Fireless

Morning Rain

Morning rain falling beautifully
parented by gravity
devoured by a dehydrated Earth.
It all has nothing to do with me
I notice the sky
ask myself why
I remain dry
safe and sound inside
The Planet would be in harmony
If we stopped destroying
to dwell in trees
Sway in their branch-songs
Nature says we're wrong
to cut and conquer
saw and shred
until all the green love we need
is paperized and dead.
Sometimes I think I can hear
the planet crying
From our mountainous roadsides
I can feel clear air dying.