The Crying Earth (flash fiction)

The old man cried as the yellow half-moon murmured to the birds. The birds squeaked and squawked a beautiful song, but it didn’t stop the wise man from weeping.

“Why do you cry?” I asked him.

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Orange Sky (a poem)

Desert sands of deception

flames of futility

growing in the wilderness

under an orange sky

baking us at record temps –

Our Planet is dying

screaming, crying

and she’s angry.

(Photo from Insider.com)

Note: This poem was a meditation on the wildfires happening in California right now. I haven’t read much about them, but I do know that much of it is being caused by the increasing damage of man-made climate change.