by Ms. Glenda Bell

Created on: December 07, 2009

A vast desert sits silently, in the dawn of a new day. Cries of the past slip into our minds. Our ancestors, our family lay at rest in their grave. With blood filled tears they recall the day of when. We remember the pride, our forefathers set down before us, as a path to the future.

We recall the memories of the tales by the campfire of things past and of the things to come. We see the signs of what lays before us. Our bones ache as we dredge forward and know with no certainty of what to expect, when we top the next hill. The bones of the Earth are not physical bones, yet they ache and break as our own do. The earths crust shifts and resets, supports are broken.

The marrow is diseased with pollution and foul toxins that are pumped into it. The vertebrae become compressed as we build structure after structure, failing to realize the strain we are placing on the earth. Some call it stabilization, some call it equalization, yet we continue to build enormous structures without considering the shift in the backbone of our earth. We release chemicals and toxins into the air, that starves the earth of it's oxygen, and still call it progress.

Veins and arteries of crevasses and hollow cores, fight their way to the surface to capture the blood flow to the center of the earth. Trees, and shrubs reach high into the heavens to draw in nutrients, to help the earth sustain itself. 70% of the earth is covered by water, yet it has become so polluted and contaminated that the earth is dieing of thirst. The blood flow through the center of the cortex of the earth is being trapped by the harshness. of the world we are slowly destroying.

The earth's bones are changing, reshaping, molding themselves into something new. Through change, and evolution, our earth is dying to be reborn. But, will the new earth be a place we can live?

I remember sitting with my granddad on his front porch and listening to him talk of the changes he has seen in his lifetime. Now, I share the changes, I have seen, with my own grandchildren. I watch as the earth's bones are crushed and rearranged, and try to warn my grandchildren of what is to come. Some day I will be in the grave, along with my forefathers, and cry blood filled tears.

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