An African weaver is a social bird
Weaving its nest with leaves and grass
As if climate change doesn’t exist
As if there’s no climate grief
I want to be a weaver
But I feel the albatross around my neck
With plastic in its stomach
The grief turning as a
Prayer wheel on a Tibetan temple
Speaking truth to power
Is not an easy task
how do we amplify the message we are caring?
I need a new story.
A story of a weaver and albatross
And their happily ever after
~ Tatiana Vekovishcheva