Nine Ladies Dancing ...

I, of the forest, dance to a song,

rustling gently to protest what’s wrong.

Forests are cleared to grow food for steers.

When species are tossed, new meds are lost.

I, of the jungle, dance as I stalk,

silently protest, angrily rock.

Animals sold on the black market die.

How can we stop them? Dance as I cry.

I, of the ocean, dance a shanty.

Sea life imperiled under the sea.

Swirling and leaping like waves that crash.

Plastics and trash! I dance. My teeth gnash!

I, of the air, dance inspiring care,

for pollutants rise, harming our skies.

I rage and lunge as I dance to grunge.

We two dancing ladies change the key

as we now sing, attention to bring

to people in need. Let’s dance for them.

Charity and Cheer, we two dance here.

We three are left for people bereft.

With spirits poor, we lift them, for sure.

Our hands tell a tale as our hips sway

of hopes that can spring from naught and sing.

One last dance of mirth, we ALL join in.

Rebirth for our earth, our love must win.

A dance full of WORTH and NEED and NOW.

We settle down for our final bow.