Flying
I’m flying; I’m flying so high.
I rise without the slightest care
And feel that I could touch the sky.
I look down at the Earth, so rare –
Perhaps unique – yet compromised
By our neglect and non-respect
Of sacred duty to protect
The wonders nature has devised.
John Coopey
Tue 28th Dec 2021 18:55
We’re behaving like irresponsible tenants. Unfortunately, we won’t get another property.