Extreme temperature change, rising or falling sea levels, catastrophic events; a huge volcanic eruption or an asteroid strike. We can study extinctions and how life has changed via the fossil record. Humanity will the first species that caused its own extinction. #ClimateCrisis
Butterflies fly;
Like musical notes
They dance
Through the sky.
A chorus of colour,
Amid one another.
With the sun
On each wing,
They whistle not sing,
Give life to the earth;
By pollinating.
Dwindling in number,
They bring beauty,
Like art;
Enrich Mother Earth,
Comfort her heart.
Rainbows of dancing;
An ethereal glow,
They see in monocular;
Greater than bees
Ever know.
But, unlike the bee;
Another to treasure,
Butterflies see
Beyond visual measure.
The butterflies' vision,
As they soar
On the wind,
Has greater precision,
As they swiftly descend.
Swift do they rise;
Rainbows in flight,
Blest with clear vision,
In polarised light.
Faster and sharper,
Than each human eye;
Discerning more clearly,
As they descend
From the sky.
A vision of beauty,
Wonder and splendour.
Protection; Our duty,
To this earthly defender.
The fall of rain,
The fade of day,
The grey
Of winter’s shroud.
The lonely ghost
Of summer’s glow,
Behind a fold of cloud.
The pine is bold
Amidst the cold;
Its soul is evergreen,
A flow of life
That pulses on
Within the still;
Unseen.
We trace
The space
Of ancient stars,
A blaze of gold
And red.
A wave of light
Upon the tide,
Before the flame is fed.
The breath we hold,
Is bought and sold
By seasons born of ice.
A debt of form,
Of leaf and bone;
A holy sacrifice.
To feel the need
Of every seed,
To see with open eyes:
That low and high,
Are bound as one,
Beneath
The boundless skies.
No heart shall beat
In lone defeat,
For all
Are starlight spun.
The root,
The leaf,
The joy,
The grief;
The many,
And the one.
So let the glow
Of melting snow
Return unto the deep,
As quiet souls
Awake to truth,
From ages
Lost in sleep.
The path is clear,
The end draws near,
Yet birth
Will thus renew.
The holy flow of all,
Is the Dharma
Shining through.
Remember our humanity, compassion in adversity and despair. They shall grow not old, as we, that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning. We will remember them. #ArmisticeDay#Remembrance #TwoMinuteSilence
Richard Edward Davies of the Worshipful Company of Farmers defrauded an 86 year old lady out of 34,000 pounds of her savings, 3,000 was extorted from her for https://t.co/OR1pqQRSYq a non existent website. This crime has been covered up by all involved.
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I am the first,
I am the last.
I am
The beginning;
I am
The past.
I am no one,
But,
I am all,
I am rising;
As I fall.
I am below,
The one above;
The one
In sorrow,
The one
In love.
I am the voice
Inside your head;
I am the living,
I am the dead.
I am the one
Torn apart,
I am the one
With
A broken heart.
I am the lost,
But,
I am found;
I am the earth,
Below the ground.
I am shameless;
I am ashamed,
I am the one
Who will not
Be blamed.
I am the giver,
But,
I will take,
I am the one
Who will not
Forsake.
I will honor;
I will scorn,
But each of us
Shall be
Reborn.
I am the raging
Of the tide;
I am the one
That hides inside.
I am the reflection
Of your mind;
I am free,
But,
I am confined.
I am strength;
I am fear,
I am the passing
Of each year.
I am the soul;
An open mind,
Or,
The blinkered
Vision,
Of the soul,
Gone blind.
It's called journalists deliberately choosing not to speak about it, because it upsets the entire inner and outer workings of our entire society's systems, together with all journalistic systems, geared to being on the side of the extraction industry and all the extremities.....
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Some people taking this as 45 Fahrenheit
No its 45 degree Celsius, which is 113 Fahrenheit
Imagine people flying into this in their gas guzzling machines to enjoy their holidays
They will immediately run for nearest air conditioning building to escape the heat