A Princes Parade. Call in the flowers. Out of Cinque

If flowers were warriors

I would marshal them onto Princes Parade.

An army of bluebells.

A squadron of sunflowers

A battalion of bees and a platoon of poppies

Marching onwards from the beaches.

Let us muster the mad March winds.

Galvanise the moon and the stars.

Shout out loud to those who turn away eyes and ears.

Those who sleep walk - never heeding the warnings.

The slow death of species, the rise of the seas, the earth

warming - fire and flood. Heatwave and drought.

On bended knees, please, call on the flowers and the trees.

Calling Badgers, the cattle, the sheep.

Calling the  birds.

Calling for nature to show us the way.

Call in the flowers

Call in the people

Call out the names.

When winter is in and dark days are long.

When your eyes yearn for light.

Sunlight sky, clear Moonlight nights.

We ask ourselves - how long are we here?

Do we leave only concrete highways?

High blocks of glass and steel?

Red brick and plaster invading every corner of earth?

We cannot survive this decimation of woodland and rain forest. The pollution of seas, of rivers, forest and fields.

The drilling and dredging-

the scaling away of what is precious and essential for life.

Let's call in compassion. Let's live for the truth.

Let us grow the food. Let us feed the hungry.

Let's face the dawn with delight. With love.