Elucidating Questions

Smoky air

Aching throat

Somewhere closer than I can comprehend people no longer have a home

Fire, forest fires, are not supposed to be devastating

Not in that they leave mountains, fields, stretches of land desolate

Fire enriches the soil

They’re supposed to be life bringing

We’ve taken this Earth and broken fire

I bet Prometheus regrets giving it to us

Temperate rainforests are not supposed to be so dry that they burn to the ground

Oh Gaia

I know you’ll be fine, but all your creations

We’ll destroy everything

Smoky air

As if my body feels the seriousness, I feel so heavy

Like a weight has come over me

How I wish I could bring rain

We broke rain too, but the ocean is still kicking

Trying anyways

They intend to break it all

And the masses are going to let them.