Poetry About Environment

Smoke from one chimney enters every lung. A river carries farms and factories downstream. Bees cross property lines without a map. The climate keeps no private weather. What surrounds us also moves within us. The environment is the home no wall can separate.

Look again from the quieter edge. A river carries farms and factories downstream. A smaller detail changes the whole scene. The climate keeps no private weather. Attention loosens the first easy answer. The environment is the home no wall can separate.

Smoke from one chimney enters every lung. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. Bees cross property lines without a map. It returns us to air, water, land, ecosystems, human impact, stewardship, and the shared conditions of life. What surrounds us also moves within us. The day continues with a more attentive heart.