An untouched plain
As pure as ice
The soft caress of snow
Abandoned nests lined in frost
Waiting under the Aurora glow
The time of year
With change of tide
Skies will fill with airborne
Called deep from inside.
They journey from lands hot
And further from those cold
They come together from afar
When they fly paths so bold
Freedom from pollution
Freedom from our stress
From our destructive fumes and chemicals
Refuge from this human mess.
If you rake scars across this untouched land
And the ground bleeds crude blood for your pleasure
You can bet we will take a stand
To protect this eternal treasure.
Untouched by humans,
A clear crisp sky.
If we destroy this
They will die.
YOU ARE READING
Tailwind: Poems by a Teenage Naturalist
Poetry🕊️A 2018 Watty's Longlisted Work!🕊️ ...the girl asked the raven how she could fly. The Raven told her it was easy. All she needed was a tailwind to help her heart soar. Flight lets you see the world from a different perspective. My eyes are ope...
