celebrations will abound
we'll lift our glasses and toast
and we’ll make our resolutions
most of which will be forgotten
way before the coming of spring
it is the time of new beginnings, yet...
there will be a few less butterflies next spring
a few less ferns to adorn our bouquets
while the genetically altered frog stumbles
and we reject the knowing that all is disappearing
into the vortex of greed and ignorance
still, the forgotten sun will again bid good morning
kissing the remaining snow with golden nuggets
and we’ll observe in awe the beauty of each new day
soon tulips will proudly display their rainbow colors
as the narcissus acknowledge them and bow
squirrels will scamper about, happy in their freedom
as the grasses bend and sway in new growth
keep imagining, for without change soon it will not be
imagine no more flowers, no more rivers, no streams
I cry the tears of the melting ice caps, cry with me
as we howl with the wolf and run with the deer
and flounder with the salmon with no place to go
for there is nowhere to retreat, there is only here
here in the mire of our mutation
God's glorious creation desecrated
feeding our greed for more and better
we have consumed and destroyed
meanwhile we bemoan this winter’s ice and chill
as we will curse the increasing heat each summer
with how many more winters are we to be graced?
pile your plate with fish while you can friend
how many species were obliterated today?
rejoice in the chill of winter
they say no ice caps in 2040, let us pray
and sing loud in the oppressive heat of summer
for soon it may well be the only season
it is all we have, do not complain
it is all disappearing so fast
at the end of the remaining rainbows lies an abyss
rejuvenation is exhausted and nearly depleted
we are the destruction derby of creation
what fools we have been, we the honored caretakers
throw away your aerosol cans, recycle your rubbish
stop pollution of land and lake and soul
end all war and love thy neighbor
make a resolution to make a difference
lest we weep with the willow
as we witness the irreversible end
for Hell hath seen no fury like that
of Mother Nature scorned
© Marcia Miller-Twiford
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This prayer poem is Biblically Correct!
It's the ONLY way to go!
Amen
John Michael Domino
Everything is changing and the right choices need to be made by every individual. Making a difference can be as easy as offering someone, in need, a glass of water. Your sentiment in this is appreciated. One of your best writes!
Richard
Aberjhani
Georg
"we are the destruction derby of creation" -- brilliant line and so blamed true. If you drive north on I-5, through northern Oregon and southern Washington, you will see gorgeous forests on either side. But if you stop and park your car, and walk out through the trees, you will shortly come to the other side of the "forest" to the wide ranges of ravaged clear-cut hills. It hurts to see this because it is all dead out there, all ruined and devestated, just so we can have our plywood and cocktail toothpicks.
Humans claim to be the most intelligent species on the planet. Where is there any intelligence in this wanton demolition of the environment which, so far, has sustained life? Ha! If aliens are real, it is no surprise that they disdain talking to us. Our extinction is likely seen as good for the universe.
Ted
BRAVO on this!! Thank you!!
Hugs,
Lance
-gene.
we'll get there...
hugs, Myrna