Mother Earth watches her children paint
Yellow lines and cement roads across the canvas
Of the world. She looks to Father Time for guidance but
He watches his children race against the clock to find
New kinds of fire
To burn for centuries. Nuclear fire, radiating, glowing, sickly bright.
Metal fingers scrape the sky, surrounded by
Aluminum birds that never flap their wings.
Dirty brown waves slap again the shore,
Washing up rusted treasures for kids to pick up and
Great trees, majesties of the mountains, crash to the
Ground so they can become
Paper thin memories.
Wind carries a bitter taste in the breeze, a
Polluted sense of responsibility.
Fire, water, air,
Elements of life, balanced precariously,
Trembling on a cliff of
Greed, ambitions, indifference.
When we endanger our Earth we risk the
Extinction of our philosophies, our inspirations and muses,
Arts and music, sciences, humanity.
Nature is a source of joy, exploration, wonder,
New generations have bred complacency and
Complacency has bred neglect.
We think to owe our successes to ourselves
But our successes may one day become
We celebrate the monuments we have built that
Withstood time and nature.
What about celebrating the natural monuments that have
Withstood time and humans?
A Personal Story
When I was younger, I used to walk
Through the woods anytime I needed strength.
The sunlight gleaming through the branches of snowy boughs, the world
Silent save for the crunch of my steps on the white trail.
Every so often I could hear the knocking on bark
From invisible woodpeckers.
Nature gave me the gift of peace.
Now, those trails I used to walk have been torn down,
Bulldozed by bright yellow monsters.
Some landowner decided to make another set of roads for
Future homes his children would build on the surrounding property.
Three years later, the project has been abandoned but
The damage has already been done.
New growth sprouts like Hope,
Hope for change, rehabilitation, preservation.
We can nurture our connection to nature, and
Grow closer to our roots as the people of this
Plant the seeds to our futures and be inspired by the
Organic poetry Mother Earth has created.
Our Earth has always been and will always be the
As our fires of ambition burn to ashes and our iron hearts start to
Rust, time will stand still. And we will wish
We let the Earth grow with us.
There is still time to educate our young and
Return to the basic, clean elements. To restore our world,
We must remember our responsibilities and put aside finding
New kinds of fire for finding new kinds of
We can learn to rebuild