The Earth’s Emerald Dress
Who will feed you when the fields are bare?
Where will you find breath
once you’ve stripped the Earth of her green robes?
Clothe the Earth in green—
paint her in living color—
wipe away the thought of “cutting trees”
from your mind.
Why do you adorn this mother
with ornaments of blood?
Will there be no punishment
for exhausting the Earth completely?
Call it the world, the planet, the universe—
whatever its name or form—
none will find peace
once her green attire is torn away.
Stop stealing the Earth’s emerald dress;
instead, drape her anew—
let her wear a skirt of green!
