FIELDS OF LILIES

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Do we walk in fields of lilies,
as we feel the U.V. burn?
Are we leaving carbon footprints, showing
everywhere we turn?
Is the heel of our Achilles
Feeling more than just a graze?
Are we mapping out a blueprint for the
final end of days?

Do we think that ducks like drinking
From beer cans we leave behind?
Does it seem that shopping trolleys find their
own way to the trees?
Do we laugh when we are slinking
Homeward, late and beery-blind?
And while lilies do not spin, was Solomon
arrayed like these?

Solomon, in all his glory,
With rose petals at his feet,
Could not prophesy earth's story now the
air is less than sweet;
Now that sulphurous emissions
Spiral upwards to the sky;
No more faith or superstitions, when the
earth's time comes to die.

Do we kneel in fields of lilies
Praying all will go to plan,
as we feel the ozone leaking through the
chasm left by man?
Do we wonder why the will is
Somewhat weaker than intent?
Are the follies of our past becoming
more self-evident?

Man is picking up the pieces
As the politicians spin,
Making monkeys of our species, as the
oxygen wears thin,
While the lilies, in December
Bloom to perish in the frost;
Look upon them, and remember, before
all beauty is lost.