Reimagining

To reimagine the yesteryears of peace,

Is to peer with weary eyes

Through the haze of today’s reality,

Where remembrance of the calm

Is a distant memory of the past.

Will we have to reimagine

Clean air,

Water that sparkles with purity,

Flower dancing in the breeze,

And nectar-blooms for pollination?

Kindness is endangered,

Seeming to be a relic

Lost in a tsunami of hatred.

Why must we now

But dream of gentler days,

Finding today’s Wants

Unpalpable with Needs,

Reason’s injuries void of reverie’s balm?

How long might we remember Nature’s comfort,

Once a given,

Now tumbling through the flotsam of disrespect?

Yet…

Although respectful feel-good moments are rare and precious,

There will always be those who break free

From mental chains of bondage

To find beauty in silence

And the quiet embrace of reimagination.

Truth awaits…

Even as one’s quietness may be lost in the wind,

The joyful laughter of streams along with

The enveloping protection of ancient trees

Creation’s tenacity prevailing,

Bringing protection for the realm of dreams,

Reimagination is poised

For its next entrance

On the shoreline of creative possibilities.