For Txia and Greta

She slips through the trees she calls home, and gathering, her kin hear of far off shores  and stores of chocolates and fine clothes. They hear of children calling for a future and the adults who listen not. They lament with solemnity the proclivity of the adults unphased by the climate disaster. And a love… Continue reading For Txia and Greta

Save the Jungle

I moved through the towering trees, with their mellifluous melody and various greens and browns, reds and  yellows painting a kaleidoscope, and ————- a perfect canvas for the glory of nature  there. Awed, as in a holy place I saw, the joyous sound of water over stone. I sat and watched its furious rushing forcing… Continue reading Save the Jungle