Why wage wars with weary weaklings,
whose willpower will wake with wonder?
Wildflowers wither while wealthy watchmen wait.
Wizened workers, wounded, withdraw weapons.
We watch with worry.
Who will win? We wonder wearily.
Winter wanes.
Wise words whispered while we weep.
Who wins with war? Wealthy wackos.
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Christina Hunter
Author, Mother, Wife, Environmental Activist. Recipient of the Paul Harris Fellowship award and nominated for the Women of Distinction award. Climate Reality Leader, Zero-Waste promoter, beekeeper and lover of all things natural.
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love this <3
This is very powerful and it should be a top story!
Wow! What wonderous writing!
Last line says it all! Powerful!