Clarion Call

 Undulating,

             twisting,

        turning away,

our shadows stretch

back to a time of awe and innocence,

pylons buzz excitedly, showering fizzy rain,

rustling hedgerows, murmuring trees,

rising, rising, rising,

a crescendo of indignation.

 

The ancient ones placate,

try to quell unrest,

State,

“We’ve been here before”,

“We always survive”

Young saplings call for action

“No”! they cry

“Uncover your eyes”!

“Mother lies depleted,

by demanding Cuckoo babies”,

Dandelion hits one o’clock,

Is this tipping point?

Are we too late?

Ahead the road forks,

which will we take?

 

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