A Poem a Day (137): The elephants are on the move

The elephants are on the move

The elephants are on the move.

They sense the turning,

The rise of the oceans,

Incessant slide of ice.

Our parched earth is thirsty,

Our dark needs less light,

And we are grown too greedy.

The air desires to breathe,

Clogged by man’s machines.

Wildflowers are weeping

For our missing bees.

The frogs are ringing the bell,

Sounding out Earth’s alarm!

But no one is listening,

Except the elephants on the move.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 7, 2020