Dear Mother Earth,
I am sorry. I am sorry we put financial gain ahead of you. I am sorry we ignore your warnings that you are not well. I am sorry we are making you sick. Sometimes you have a fever. Sometimes it's a chill. Those who understand, call it climate change. Those who don't, say you're fine and just faking it, and that you've been faking it off and on since the world began, a mere 6,000 years ago.
I just want to tell you that you are lovely still, and that as I flew above you last week, leaving a trail of noxious gases, I saw your loveliness and marvelled at it.
|Mount Hood is lovely. My compliments.|
|Sometimes you surprise us, as you go from mountains|
to flat land, in a flash.
|Sometimes, we try to work with you.|
|Sometimes, we don't. .|
|You are lovely, you know.|
|And I hope your story has a happy ending ...|