Mother Earth is weeping...
don't just stand there!
...List'ning!
reach out your hand and make it stop!
she needs us now!
...everyone!
she needs us now!
...everyone!
Mother Earth is bleeding...
don't just stand there!
...Watching!
raise your voice and make it stop
she needs us now!
...everyone!
she needs us now!
...everyone!
Can't you see she's bleeding?...
Mother Earth is bleeding....bleeding!
She needs us now...
now...
everyone!
Mother Earth is dying
loosing all her...
...Children!
she needs us all to make it stop!
to change our ways!
everyone!
to change our ways!
everyone!
Can't you see is she's dying?...
Mother Earth is dying....dying!
The Piglet Leaf Litter Frog by HeavenCalling, literature
Literature
The Piglet Leaf Litter Frog
Notes on Natural History and Handedness of the Piglet Leaf Litter Frog (Craugastor podiciferus) in a Costa Rican Cloud Forest.
By Dakotah Henn, Vanessa Van Oost, and Lateefah Williams
Dept. Biological Sciences, Olivet Nazarene University, Bourbonnais, IL
Introduction: There has be a decline of amphibian populations in tropical areas such as Latin America. In fact, it has been determined that amphibians have the most significant levels of extinction out of all vertebrates (Santos-Barrera et al., 2008). Little is known about the biology and behavior of the near threatened frog, C. podiciferus. Data on the frog’s characteristics, habitat
The summer day is curled up, cozy
Under the blanket of soft clouds.
The sun nearby is calmly dozing
To city's endless buzzing sounds.
The summer morning is so gentle
In its non-scorching, breezy hug.
This sleepy day, in June entangled,
Seems so content, cool-warm, and snug.
M'Ùrnaigh airson na Beatha
Nì mi ùrnaigh airson an adhair
Nì mi ùrnaigh airson an teine
Nì mi ùrnaigh airson an uisge
Nì mi ùrnaigh airson na Talmhainn
Nì mi ùrnaigh airson nan lus fhéin
Nì mi ùrnaigh airson nam beòthach
Nì mi ùrnaigh airson na tìre
Nì mi ùrnaigh airson na fuachd a’ Gheamhraidh
Nì mi ùrnaigh airson nan dùilean
Nì mi ùrnaigh airson a’ chothruim dhomhant’
Nì mi ùrnaigh airson ar n-aonta
Nì mi ùrnaigh airson na t-slàinte Dhanmhainn
Nì mi ùrnaigh gun ci
Leaves gently fell from the canopies above as Melissa sat in an idyllic forest alcove. She laid in the grass nude, eyes closed, her palms and soles touching the ground, in a deep trance. Acolytes surrounded her in rows, similarly undressed, all focused intensely on the feeling – on the sound of the earth around them. All was still, and Melissa felt the cool spring air embrace her in its divine touch. The soft grass held her entire body, every blade like a feather, as if that contact kept her in communion with all the energies of the world, together as one. She listened in, and heard the whispers of her environment.
The small, yet clamo
Child of October,
born in the world of the fading sunlight
Darkness descending upon the autumn days,
frostbite freezing her soul
like it ices the surface of a lake
Abandoned by the birds flying South,
left alone in the withering nature
Only silence and falling leaves surrounding her
as the North Wind cradles her into restless sleep
Carrying eternal night and frozen tears in her,
the shades of yellow in the autumn leaves
and the last rays of the setting Sun
shining brighter than ever against the darkness
Sequoia legs of wooden steel
Through twisted branches, narrow crags
Your cyclone heart pumps raindrop plasma
Unbending essence of the Stag
A soldier roaming winter woodlands
Snowfall cradles you with care
An acolyte of natures glory
With swift precision of the Hare
A spirit drenched in full-moon glimmer
Your coat as white as starlight's gleam
Sweet blissful lunar hymns, euphonic
The Wolf alone who haunts my dreams