HUSH
Stillness, oh stillness you can touch
The morning sun a red-gold globe
Seemingly hanging in the trees,
A hush that wraps all in its arms.
Birds of all kinds are flying, swooping,
are they purely having fun?
Are they thrilled by the hush?
Ancient memories triggered within
about life on Earth.
The air is a heady elixir
tasting of plants and herbs,
In reverence I stop and feel awe.
Could it be so simple and so difficult,
A spring clean of the whole Earth?
Of oceans, forests, cities and air
What a joy and peace each day could be.
I am sure Earth would help with delight.
Smiles and kindness would again light
faces that for long been sad and drawn.
We need our scientists to help,
with imagination, intuition and skills;
To build what doesn’t harm but support.
© miriam ivarson
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