The Finale of My Four Poem Series,
On Our Water, Air, and Land Pollution;
The More I Sadly See, and Hear, and Read,
The More I Doubt There Will Be Any Solution.
“I thank you God for this most amazing day,
For the leaping, greenly, spirits of trees,
For the blue dream of sky, and for everything,
Which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.”
e. e. cummings
Music: After The Sunrise
It seems fairly evident to me in our frenetic modern era
That this planet is now being destroyed, by we humans
So much that has been given to us, so lovingly, by God
Now seems to be rapidly and horridly, coming to an end
And when this thought very sadly begins to overwhelm me now
I often now find myself heading off somewhere with my canines
Somewhere, the very destructive hand of man, has not yet been
Somewhere, which still contains ‘natural,’ which to me, is divine
This ‘somewhere’ is usually a deep forest, not yet bulldozed down
Or an isolated lake or pond, as of yet, not polluted or dumped on
Somewhere, where I can still observe the sunrise, in tranquil serenity
Somewhere, I can still experience things my heart and soul thrive upon
Somewhere, where wondrous songbirds, are still singing their odes to dawn
Somewhere, where the wildlife is still thriving, in crystal clear waters of blue
Somewhere, where I can still thank God, for Creation’s magnificent splendor
Before most of Earth’s natural wonders, and my time on this planet, is through
I thank you God for this most amazing day,
For the leaping, greenly, spirits of trees,
For the blue dream of sky, and for everything,
Which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
And I thank you God, for all of my wilderness treks,
And for the opportunity to hear the wolf and the loon,
To see the wild bison, and to gaze upon the wildflower,
Before they all vanish from this world, much too soon.
I’ll Be Off and Away Again Today,
To Give My Thanks, Once More.
©Spring 2011, Mr. Ed
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It will not take much to abandon our leaders and fight for our home.
If onle little Black Lady can change the world so can millions upon millions. With rapid communication it can be achieved.
Stand idle and watch it die, or do like Egypt...
Be always safe,
Karen
a rightful sadness and yet you see a little hope
in the beauty left, what's left of the natural world.
I know we shouldn't give up but...
John
fee
to reverberate this morning prayer
~Mr Ed~
Amen!
to your plea
of a Morning Sunrise
Forever to be Beauteous
Love Tinky
We should all go into the woods and revere the beauty.
Blessings,
Christine
Anna
in the inimitable words of Alfred Joyce Kilmer ...
"... poems are made by fools like me,
but only God can make a tree." TK.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Texas, Karen Lynn. :(