As the days go by
I'm left wondering
Was letting the life
Escape our fingers
Part of our blundering?
For as the buzzy bees and
Bright butterflies start
To disappear from our
Garden, I feel my
hope begin to darken.
The grass is turning grey
And the trees are withering away.
The only green that I have seen
Is the light from my husband's
Phone screen. He shows me
The news in California.
Sequoia National
Park is aflame.
With wildfires
Everywhere, nature
Is dying. Months later,
Russia invades Ukraine.
Every day I hear tales of
People fleeing their homes with
Nothing but the clothes on their back
And legal documents to be able to get
Passports and leave the country while
They still can. Children are dying
in bombings and shellings.
People are wondering
If there is hope.
Homes are destroyed,
The environments around
People are being destroyed,
And it's all because some people
Don't ever feel the requirement or need
To have a caring, beating human heart.
I really only hope that one day,
When my children are able to
Laugh and play, that
This world will
Be peaceful.
Where there's no war,
Only hope and love.
Where the grass is green,
And the sun is shining,
And buzzy bees and
Bright butterflies
Are flitting
Around once
More.
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Wishing Upon a Star
PoetryWhen I shared this book, which was once a rough-draft People criticized my work so much that others laughed. But now as I publish my works, which are full of courage and dreams People think to themselves, "a book cover is not always what it seems." ...
