We see trees to fell
We fail to hear the stories a forest can tell
Timber to count
Of life giving life, until we come Gaia’s fount
Land to clear
Rebirth and renewal every year
Fields to sow
How nature nothing away throws
We see nature as something to tame
Our beloved planet will never be the same
We must learn, or live in man made hell
Teach each other to hard challenges surmount
Learn to hold our only planet dear
Accept that to some laws of nature we must bow
Because if Earth dies beneath our feet, we only got ourselves to blame
Nearly a year on I wish I could say we have taken strides to change our behavior. To remind us all this becomes this week’s archive poem.
Inspiered by the beautiful artwork shared by The Sunday Muse.
Also posted to Writers’ Pantry #34 at Poets and Storytellers United.