Floating leisurely in a sailing, solar-powered glass ball
Searching intently for life over the harsh endless sprawl.
Beneath me fine dust and a limb from a long-ago burnt tree,
I was becoming frightened as my ball was close to the sea.
Although colorless sulfur dioxide was surrounding me,
The clean air in my bubble came with a cost; it was not free.
Leaving my family in a tunnel below the now sterile ground,
Before my own death, I decided to take one last look around.
The sea was a poisonous body of water with countless isles,
With trash and cans of carcinogens that reached up for miles.
Long ago flesh burned-off bones of animals now lay in waste,
The population had to have all the costly dreams they chased.
I did try to remember God’s beauty I saw when I was age three,
When flowers did bud, trees clapped, and clean water was free.
Cities of corpses now lay underwater and all signs of green gone,
I caught myself longingly recalling the Wood Thrush’s happy song.
Devastation and lifelessness were all that our earth has to bestow,
So with air running out, I thank God, for to heaven and eternal life, I go!
by Joni 12/21/19