She built her life around him.
Adapting to city streets, with hidden treasures
To country clubs, with empty pleasures
To people enthralled, by gossip and spite
And those who thought, they were always right
She was sad for those, who spent their life consuming
Looking for joy, confidently presuming
That money and toys, could fill their soul
But the empty bores through, like a mole
She heard the justifying so many do
Who claim their work and jobs are true
Contributions to the world, they applaud
Without acknowledging the system’s flawed
Because it’s built around the belief
That consumption is not a fatal beast
Destroying mother nature, with every big size
Ignoring global warming, and the growing high tides
She thought about changing how to live
To stop consuming, to always give
Back to the world, so frail and dying
If only we, could all start trying
To understand our duty to repair
The earth, oh how she needs our care.
We must work to mend the damage done
But in the end, it starts with one
She chose one day to change her ways
And tried to wake him, from the haze
She pushed him to a place beyond
The frogs, posing in their small pond
Where they could learn, and share in the work
Give and help others, lost in the murk
Regenerating the earth, through acts that repair
A love full of hope, and not despair.
But he wouldn’t wake up