The Weeping Earth
Do you hear the crackling whispers of the wilting trees,Their branches brittle as forgotten bones?Do you see the rivers, once mothers of life,Now throttled by silt, their waters gasping for breath?What song does the dying forest sing—A dirge or a call to arms? The sun, a fierce warrior, blazes in anger,Scorching the fields where yams once thrived.What gods did…
