Slowly, Earth Waves Goodbye

The birds don’t sing like they used to.
Dead branches barely dance to the whistle of the wind.
The rain drowns out innocent screams.
Earthquakes rattle and shake
Until they split down the spine of all we’ve ever known.
We watch as clouds of grey swirl above our heads
Rather than view the white floss making shapes on hills
we conquered as kids.

Tell me when, Mother Nature,
when you finally had enough?