Symbiosis

Within us, they dwell, their lives, symbiotic with ours,

Our breath, their beating hearts, our water, their reservoirs,

Just as we care for them,

They do,

Our fields of flowers, it’s all them, their lyrics, our alarm,

And yet, we turn our blind eyes, when they cry for our help,

Just as we cared for them,

They do in their dying days,

We have slaughtered them, peeling pieces of their very souls apart,

Killing them like a plague, without them, we’ll die,

If only we’d cared for them,

If only we’d held their hand as they breathed their final breath,

Now we’re strangled by the truth, lands of ashen brown,

We’ve only got one chance of this, now we can’t turn around,

Why did we do it?