The Women of Coral
She is the beads of coral artfully spun from an unseemly bowl of water
coral represents the rice that is washed in a bowl everyday
She is the forest of green hiding among mountains of sand
the beautiful green women's gardens
She is the wind twirling its arms and legs through your hair, begging you to join her
women are always one step away from breaking into dance
She is the violently churning lake with wave upon wave of rainbow fish surfacing for heat stained air
washing clothes by hand
She is the boom of sugary thunder waking you from your dreams
being woken by the sounds of coffee beans crunching between mortar and pestle
She is the nature which has been lost, devoured
Save the forest, wind, water and storm; save the women of coral
trees have been cut, rivers dried up, climate change affected weather patterns all in the name of progress and as a nasty after-effect of colonialism, living off the land has acquired a new meaning
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