Tag Archive | Nature

Elegy to a burning Amazon


Be a witness:

We see you as your rain forest burns
ancient green lungs erupting into flame
we hear your anguished cries
the same ones mass media ignore
we will give a voice to the voiceless

We will be a witness

Greed and eco terrorism rule
trade deals and wealthy landowners
deal in secret handshakes and dirty money
genocide ecocide sabotage corruption and lies
human impact fuels the flames

We will be a witness

This holy green cathedral burns
sacred land and sentient beings fall
billions promised for bricks and mortar
the hypocrisy of government and religion
trying to blind us to the truth

We will be a witness

We each need to look within
reassess our individual greed
reassess our individual need
make change and take account
all living beings equal

We will be a witness

No fear only love
no violence only action
no longer blind we see
we choose to rise
in gentler ways

Our children will bear witness


~ Earthschool Harmony












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#FridayFantasy . . . Just touching that old tree was truly moving to me




“Just touching that old tree was truly moving to me
because when you touch these trees, 
you have such a sense of the passage of time,
of history. It’s like you’re touching the essence, 
the very substance of life.”

Kim Novak










Artist James Browne
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Rhythms of the Night!




Crickets Singing.

In the warm evenings in the Fall of the year
The song of the crickets one always does hear
‘Tis the time of year when they do copulate
The dark male in song he does woo his dark mate.

From their homes in the walls they do venture out
And in search of a mate they go on hop about
From nightfall to daybreak they sing all night long
The voices of the crickets you cannot get wrong.

My wonder of Nature only seems to grow
So little about them I can claim to know
They sing out for love in the warm nights of the Fall
When they venture out from their homes in the wall

In shady dark places or in the moonlight
They sing out for love in the still of the night
Until the birds chirp in the gray of daybreak
The songs of the crickets one cannot mistake. 

by Francis Duggan










Artist Fritz Baumgarten
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#Omens&Symbols . . . . Shungite, the purifier






Over two billion years old, Shungite has phenomenal shielding and purifying power
that arises from its unique formation. It protects against radiation, electromagnetic
and geopathic stress, microwave and other vibrational emissions and
the dis-eases these can create.












Text & image credit: Crystal Judy Hall https://www.facebook.com/officialcrystaljudyhall/

The Gentle Gardener



“The Gentle Gardener

I’d like to leave but daffodils to mark my little way,
To leave but tulips red and white behind me as I stray;
I’d like to pass away from earth and feel I’d left behind
But roses and forget-me-nots for all who come to find.

I’d like to sow the barren spots with all the flowers of earth,
To leave a path where those who come should find but gentle mirth;
And when at last I’m called upon to join the heavenly throng
I’d like to feel along my way I’d left no sign of wrong.

And yet the cares are many and the hours of toil are few;
There is not time enough on earth for all I’d like to do;
But, having lived and having toiled, I’d like the world to find
Some little touch of beauty that my soul had left behind.” 

― Edgar A. Guest










Artist Lucy Grossmith
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#FridayFantasy . . . . Nature’s Friend!



Nature’s Friend

Say what you like, 
All things love me! 
I pick no flowers — 
That wins the Bee. 

The Summer’s Moths 
Think my hand one — 
To touch their wings — 
With Wind and Sun. 

The garden Mouse 
Comes near to play; 
Indeed, he turns 
His eyes away. 

The Wren knows well 
I rob no nest; 
When I look in, 
She still will rest. 

The hedge stops Cows. 
Or they would come 
After my voice 
Right to my home. 

The Horse can tell, 
Straight from my lip, 
My hand could not 
Hold any whip. 

Say what you like, 
All things love me! 
Horse, Cow, and Mouse, 
Bird, Moth, and Bee.

by W. H. Davies












Artist : Liz Goodrick Dillon
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When we see land as a community to which we belong,…




” We abuse land because we regard it as a commodity belonging to us.
When we see land as a community to which we belong,
we may begin to use it with love and respect.”


~ Aldo Leopold











~ Image by Paul Lester
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