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