This Poem is an Old Woman, a Dream, and a Sigh

This poem is an old woman, looking at the sky.
This poem is a dream of the connection of all beings.
This poem may never live to see the dream come true.

This poem glories in the beauty of the sky,
perfect puffy clouds like a dream scudding by.
The beauty of the earth makes an old woman cry;
we are killing Mother Earth and don't even question why.

This poem longs for the connection of all beings,
for the awakening of consciousness that would be
so freeing,
to live on Mother Earth free of entitlement and greed,
and recognize when life is fair
we have all that we need.

This poem is an old woman with tears in her soul
who sees the folly of the way our lives unfold,
so unaware that we are  moving towards our doom
so, when it comes to hope, there just isn't any room.

This poem fears it will not realize its dream.
Humanity is too slow to see life's not all that it seems,
remaining blind and deaf to the Earth's dying screams.
This poem is letting go of its fondest dream.

This poem is an old woman, looking at the sky.
This poem is a dream of the connection of all beings.
This poem may never live to see the dream come true.

I adapted Hannah Gosselin's Boomerang Form by adding an extra stanza. It also insisted on rhyming which doesnt work too well with this form. But it was stubborn and I am tired, so it is what it is. Smiles.