Today the colors lit up the sky at dusk
stubborn trees refusing to give up the day
the sun from the ground in yellow hues
a proclamation to fight a bit longer.
I wonder who noticed among the darkness impending
that the Earth was fighting for its name “Life”
and for its soul “Light”, for its breath “Water”.
I walked away like the others
beacons falling at our feet.
Will there be another Spring?
Will there be another choice?