Salt the Earth

The Earth laughs in dew-coated daisies, but it cries with the last leaves to depart a rotting oak.

It screams in a sudden gust of wind that makes your ears ring, just after you have torn apart the last buttercup of a summer field.

So, I ask you to look around. Do you see peace in this world? Salt covered wounds adorn my body, a new one plucks my skin apart whenever a part of Her suffers.

They say pain is a virtue, they tell me to submerge myself in our suffering, but it is not up to me, I can sense every ounce of pain.

The Earth sings and I feel every note.