She walks.
She walks through space which is lonely.
She walks, the only colors among black and white.
She walks around the sun,
turning gently,
constantly.
She walks and
light shines in turn
on all of her lands, waters,
creatures, people.
She walks even if people
are choking her air
with carbon smog,
paving over green growth
and drilling down,
breaking apart her surface.
She walks and brings life
even to those
who seek to
destroy her.
She walks.
She walks constantly.
She walks and light shines
in turn
on all lands, waters,
creatures, and people
of the Earth.
Inky Cat's Poems 