Last week I read about an elephant who escaped a circus and just rolled and played in the open snow near by
My heart broke ..I cried. Thinking of what we have come to.
And just how simple acts of freedom are denied.. everyday. .unseen.
and how numb we have become.
What we don’t see. we edit from our reality
What we edit from our reality. We don’t talk to
What we don’t talk about-.we don’t understand
What we don’t understand – we fear
What we fear – we avoid
What we avoid – we become immune to
What we become immune to
We destroy and kill.
Violence has many insidious forms.
Not having got attention, It dies – A Silent death.
But the screams can be felt by the soul.
As an acute sense of loss, a deep grief
A loneliness that is present at all times.
With the death of the last species of dragonfly
The world becomes silent by a flutter
And we shudder involuntarily.
When we see the fires burning a forest Animals dying, people divided
Children not knowing what ·’safe’ means
We gulp the unshed tear unconsciously.
And we release that
The silences we hold back. are reverberated outside Some part of the pain, that fire, the death.
the fear- the helplessness. the grief Belongs to us.
It’s time own it, and give it voice
As an ultimate act of taking responsibility
And at least attempt to pay some debt back to this Earth
– Rhea
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