we are the voices of nature.
we are the winds that howl her pain through the eaves of your homes.
we are the endless tappingof the rain upon the cement you cover her with.
we are the hissing and crackling of the fire you carelessly toy with.
we are the groaning sound of the timbers you killed to build your homes.
we beg you to stop.
if you will only listen to our cries, we know you will stop.
if you listen, we will teach you ways that will not destroy our Mother.
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