Fiery Monday
The forests at our door-step are ablaze.
The smell of campfire brings wonderful memories
and then I am struck by the fact I am at home, sleeping in my bed.
The clouds above are full of ash, not water.
Homes are being lost.
Lives are being put on the line.
The empath in me cannot block the emotions I sense.
I pray for rain.
I pray for safety.
I pray to comfort those who have lost.
The forests are ablaze.
Gaia is cleansing what is hers.
The smell of campfire brings wonderful memories
and then I am struck by the fact I am at home, sleeping in my bed.
The clouds above are full of ash, not water.
Homes are being lost.
Lives are being put on the line.
The empath in me cannot block the emotions I sense.
I pray for rain.
I pray for safety.
I pray to comfort those who have lost.
The forests are ablaze.
Gaia is cleansing what is hers.