Deep in the heart of
England,
I search for a meaning.
I listen for the voice
of the land
But I no longer hear.
The land does not want
to speak to us
The land is tired of us
now.
In a voice that is
barely a whisper
I can sense the
displeasure.
Look at what we have
done to the World
Is it any wonder we can
hear only the whisper?
©Daniel Bran Griffith
the Chattering Magpie (09/07/2020).
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