Respect Respect — A prompt
Treasure Our Earth
Free verse
“Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird’s throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.”
― William Shakespeare, As You Like It

In this digital era can we be a recluse To breathe our years without Setting foot beyond the doorstep And seek the habit of freedom And the choice of uttering daring thoughts Can we caress the pen to spill the ink Unceasingly not worry about fame In reverent seclusion immersed in a medium Would poetry root in that seclusion? Just as stems root in water Words, words, and more words Trickle, drip, and flow steadily Poetry will cling just as tree roots dive Deep into the Earth — into the dirt Amidst the worms, beetles, bugs And all the scary crawling creatures Ever present — life underground Oh! So oblivious to us But the fragrant flowers And the fresh fruits With the birds and hours that fly And bees or any survivors? On the tree — a fine Marketing display for the Earth Show respect to the dark side Of the Earth — just some Respect to our lovely planet
Thank you, and with my respects, dear Carolyn Hastings, for the below prompt and extension of the July prompt.
I am happy to present you the aeonium succulent's roots, which thrive in just water and are ready to be transplanted in the dirt.
Our Earth is dear to me, and my heart goes out to everyone impacted by the recent wildfires. I am sure many of you feel like I do. Protecting one’s head from the constant news of never-ending calamities is essential.
It is not just us who are sensitive to the changes in the environment; even our furry friends are. I had dogs in the past who hated to get wet. A drop of water must have seemed like a storm or a tsunami. Oh! Those lovely dogs are so sensitive.
I leave you with the music — a scenic video of — “Mother Earth” — as a tribute to our Earth. I hope the music will help heal.





