Unite to Fight

The whizzing wind whistles past, catching on my hair,

Crashing onto the shore, the shimmering waves settle on the bank.

My eyes gaze to the hues of pink, purple and blue that fill the air.

I inhale several fumes... My heart went blank.

Flocks of white-faced herons,

Donning silver, silky miniscule feathers.

Flood into the resonant city of Byron.

For protection, for fitting measures.

My body relaxes, I sigh with relief.

That these resplendent birds,

Provide me any kind of belief,

That we as a community can place it all into words...

Our Earth is worth the sacrifice,

To make a stand.

We shouldn’t even need to think twice.

We demand to make a change to establish a dreamland.

One that is accessible to all.  

From the outskirts of the desert,

To the mystery of the looming seawall.

To make a change, we have all got to be the change and work together.