Oil Paintings: Empty Highway and Floating, by Jane Forrest

 

Photography: Rearview, by Anonymous

 

Poetry: The Pier, by Michelle R

some people sing like sirens, deadly and cunning.

i speak like a sailor, in swears and chanteys.

will you cry then, cry to the sea?

the nymphs cannot hear you,

but will you cry for me?

people slip me sympathies

out of the palms of their hands.

i can survive on my own,

but they think i can’t. 

i may be a bit rare,

that much i’ll concede,

but that doesn’t mean

i don’t care, when

people laugh at me.

Poetry: I'm Grateful, by Samar Jain

Today and everyday I’m grateful for the forest, flowers and trees, 

Fruits, petals, and green leaves.

I’m grateful for the animals, birds, and all the beings,

I’m grateful for the lakes, rivers, and seas,

And for all that simply heals.

I’m grateful for the love, and the one who does,

For the divine dove in the blissful above.

In these unusual times, I’m grateful for the covid warriors, couriers of hope.

I cry for those who grieve, mourn for those who leave,

I feel sad about the dearth,

But I still love my Earth.

I promise to care for Earth, anywhere and everywhere… 

For I am aware of the nightmare, you must also beware,

I promise to value our home by doing my bit,

I promise to care for our earth and everything it has to offer, 

I choose to celebrate Earth day, today and every single day.