This song I sing is for your heart <br />Not your ears <br />Take it with you, and listen for it <br />In the trees and the wind <br /> <br />While the Earth is spinning backwards <br />Petals of snow drift down from an azure sky <br />Christmas in July <br />Rows of poplar lined like soldiers before the firing squad <br />Creaking in floodwater <br />Earth is sleeping <br />Or weeping <br />Birds fly south for the summer <br /> <br />A winter morning opens its eyes to dazzling sunshine <br />Blinks, dazedly, at the wondrous bright <br />Wondering what happened <br />Where is the cold? Where is the ice? <br />The gentle dusting of first frost on grass <br />Come midwinter, with the sky coloured grey steel <br />Our world is broken <br />It speaks backwards <br />Snow in summer and warmth in winter? <br /> <br />Footfalls on parched bare soil <br />Gasping, burnt, autumnal tragedy, springtime nightmare <br /> <br />The seasons are shifting <br />Mother Earth lies bedraggled beneath the sky <br />The many faces of Gaia are tainted with despair <br />What happened to our world? <br />Did we break it? <br />Have we lost the chance to fix it?<br /><br />Rebecca Kate Summers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-world-2/
