
Denial
Anger
Bargaining
Depression
Acceptance
The stages of grief when you find out and apply that when you know better you do better.
Denial
Anger
Bargaining
Depression
Acceptance
The stages of grief when you find out and apply that when you know better you do better.
Dandelions in the fields
Weeds that help to heal
Some pull and pluck and kill
The plant is a weed
Something too ill
Not knowing the speed
To cure, mend, and feed
Don’t judge a book by it’s cover
Judge a book by it’s content
Everything has a purpose and grace
Even in the most forsaken place
The weed thrives, cures, and blooms
Tears on my face
They drip and they lace
The many interactions
The many inactions
To save this place
We always race
To destroy and erase
What we cannot replace
Earth
Drip down my cheeks
Pollution slowly creeps
Earth
I take a deep breath
Because I don’t know
When I’ll take my last breath
I only know
Earth
We need it
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