He summonsed me one day, to his reclusive mansion, in the middle of no-where-
this man whom many revere
my heart pounded wildly - his orders were to the point, and very severe!
After all the years of my predatory stalking, capturing and shooting, one would have thought I’d become immune
at been hired to hunt down, capture and shoot, whether by day's crisp light or under a blood red moon!
Strange but true, the moving in for the kill
up to this day, hasn’t lost its captivating appeal!
“Make a killing, take no prisoners!” he sternly said,
"or it will be the rolling of your head!”
As I walked out the door
I knew it was just a matter of time, before my impending target knew the score
and that the client for this job, would hire me for more
The job would be meticulously planned and wouldn't be messy, I'd made my decision
I'd fix this lady of many guises and moods! I'd carry out my job with absolute precision

Well, I gathered all the tools of my trade
But don't assume that this was a deal with the devil that I had made!
I checked the firing range and focus of my weapon, I adjusted my tripod and saw to everything, the way that a professional hit man would
I made sure that she was fully loaded, and ready to fire away and shoot!
I made my way into the woods, stealthily on foot
I’d stalked my target for days and I was going to get her good!

I found her there, mystically playing Goddess to all the fauna and flora
my heart skipped a beat! - she was surrounded by a translucent and magnetic aura!
She wore a knowing, yet beguiling smile and there was a look in her soulful eyes that seemed to see right through me
Perhaps it was my sense of guilt that made me feel she was fixing me to my dark history!
Yes! Like others I had abused and often neglected her, I'd ravaged her, such are Man's needs
and still she carries our seeds
I was ashamed, but over the years I’d tried to make it up to he and had begun to nurture
that which I held in the palm of my hand
I didn’t want to lose her to darkness, nor see her buried eventually under time's sand
still there are those who believe in the lie, that all beauty in nature must die!

Now here once more we were face to face
my heart started to race!
I looked her straight in the eyes, with mine, even as she smiled her ethereal smile - and then I closed one
As I took careful and steady aim, I felt no shame
My job had to be done
And the time had come to put things right, my finger was on the pulse and on the trigger
I was ready and eager
I was hungry for my prey, and I fired away!
There may come a time when in anger and despair that she'll decide to reclaim it all someday!
So, on that fateful day, before it was too late for us all, I was having my way!
There in the woods - where bright crimson was interlacing with green clover
I did all the shooting I could do - images of blood red formed, and poundings of black and blue sometimes bolder!
There where the bright crimson 'paint' was blending with green clover
I took all that I could take
No need to lie, everything there was real, nothing was fake

To the man whom many revere, I took in my evidence of what she had to endure
She'd been noble and proud , very motherly and demure, she'd shown not an ounce of fear
My world was on fire, at the possibilities that could transpire
He was very ecstatic and praised my work - my
latest …and.......best ever..... photo shoot!
In conjunction with the story it would be a scoop!
Blood red sunsets and crimson flora and petals, cyan blue seas and midnight blue mountains,
Pitch black, velvet night skies, and all natures crayons... painting rivers, lakes and fountains
Mother Nature you beautiful lady and mother or our Earth so true, we salute you
We're going back to our roots!
Sewing good seeds and bearing the fruits
This is Earth Hour, and I'll continue to capture you and your essence
and with the man, this publisher whom many revere, I'll send out loudly and clearly, my message
In all of my images so sincere, in all nature magazines and all of my stories
We need to protect and nurture you and our fragile heritage
So much knowledge, wisdom and thoughts of the Ancient Ones have already been lost, and at immeasurable cost
But, Mother of our Earth, I'm armed with my camera, my words and my stories and I'll do all I can do...this one's for you!