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I first posted this poem three years ago. Mother Earth had a brief respite under lockdown when the noise of engines fell silent and wild animals walked the streets and it seemed that nature just might have a chance. Now, even more, pollution spews and plastic continues to fill the oceans. The ice caps are melting even more rapidly and ‘freak’ weather events are becoming the norm. Today, Earth Day 2022, my poem resonates even more strongly.
Image credit: Mother Earth by gedomenas
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I first posted this poem two years ago. A year later, when we were under lockdown and the noise of engines fell silent and wild animals walked the streets, it seemed that nature just might have a chance, but once again, pollution spews, plastic continues to fill the oceans and the ice caps are melting even more quickly. Today, Earth Day 2021, I find my poem is just as relevant, maybe more so.
Image credit: Mother Earth by gedomenas
It was widely assumed that Afterwards everything would go back to Normal.
Whatever that had been. Few remembered.
Thomas had never imagined this though. That Mother Earth would exact her revenge on the human race like this.
It could have been worse, he reflected. Being a tree wasn’t so bad.
Written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See #27 photo prompt.
Image credit: Willgard on Pixabay
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