The earth is so hard and dry it’s either cement or crumbles like dust
Wherever your eye gazes on the earth
There are huge fissures and finger deep crevices
More keep coming each day
Do you see the increase of wrinkles and creases in the earth’s skin each day?
Nothing has felt a drop of rain for at least a lunar revolution
The soil is so thirsty it’s gasping for waterless air
The earth holds the trees in its fierce, strong grip
How do you plant when the earth crumbles to dust?
How will it give the flowers and vegetables a home?
There is no strong grip for the smaller plants
Water provides the glue that holds it all together
Without water, the earth isn’t able to nourish all the living things
The birds have no insects, the plants wilt, the grasses are brown
The creatures are hungry and thirsty
We don’t live in the desert … feels like we have become the desert
The rains finally came, they came so hard and quick
The soil wasn’t able to drink and the life-giving water ran off like a river
Leaving the ground dry, cracked, and hard
Adam, born of dust of the ground
Eve from his rib
They are intertwined coming from clay, dust and God’s breath
Once they ate the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge
Did they become hard, rigid, and narrow like the people of today?
Unable to bend like the trees in the breeze
Intolerant and turmoil prevalent throughout the world
When will the paradigm progress?
Everyone always looks down at the earth’s floor
When will they start looking all the way up to the sky and take in the entire view?
Tears fall everywhere … there isn’t enough water to feed the earth
There is no solace without the rain
MD Bier’s writing reflects her passion for social change and social issues. Being part of the Project Write Now Community is where she writes and studies poetry. She has been published in the New Brunswick Poetry Anthology and the New Brunswick Windows on the World.