đ What If the Planet Could Speak Back?đ
What if I answered
every time you talked at meâ
not with thunder for drama,
not with fire for effect,
but with rhythm,
with memory,
with facts you forgot to collect?
What if my reply wasnât sudden,
wasnât loud,
wasnât meanâ
just honest and old
and already happening?
I would tell you
I am not quiet.
I am paced.
I speak in tides that rehearse the shore,
in plates that slide like a closing door,
in heat that builds, then asks for more,
in storms you label âonce-before.â
I would rhyme in rust and root and bone,
in cities sinking millimeter-grown,
in satellites that watch me groan
and call it data, not a tone.
You say, Why now? Why here? Why us?
As if timing was random.
As if pressure forgot its job.
As if cause and effect ever needed applause.
I would tell you
I donât argue.
I demonstrate.
I warned you slow.
I warned you straight.
Through melting clocks you call ice caps late.
Through seasons bent out of regulation,
through oceans swallowing punctuation.
You asked for signs.
I gave you trends.
You asked for proof.
I moved your friends.
You asked for mercy.
I gave you timeâ
you spent it racing the finish line.
If I could speak back,
Iâd say this clean:
I am not broken.
I am balancing.
I donât erase.
I recycle.
I donât end stories.
I retitle.
Civilizations rise like rhymes that peak,
get repeated, rushed, then start to leak.
Iâve heard this verse before you speakâ
every age thinks itâs unique.
So what if I answered,
not with rage,
not with blame,
but with truth that stays the same?
I would say:
I donât need you to fear me.
I need you to hear me.
Iâve been speaking the whole time.
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