She watches from the earth-
From the soil, from the flowers,
From the insects who crawl,
She feels it deeply.
Every tree taken,
Is a limb cut from her body;
Soil scrapped away,
Burns like an iron on her flesh,
She spreads herself out,
Across a world which once was hers.
Her tears travel up,
Creating chaos caused by her rage.
Volcanoes, mud slides, earthquakes,
She is screaming for the pain to stop.
When will we listen?
When will we heed her cries?
When will we realise hurting her is hurting us?
By Katie Haigh
Art by Joshua Cornejo