The Scar of Man
Lights sprawl in every direction
Man, now too mature, seems to shun
The home given once to a man
Who scared all of nature and cast
The world into fear, that masked
Beauty, truth, and goodness which can,
Remind all of our humble home
Of waters that upon cliffs foam,
Of green plants that set hearts to rest
Of mountains which inspire deeds
So great that for a second needs,
Fade away and dreams come to nest.
So why has man forgotten home?
Why is the land scared with pride?
Mans curse, exposed on his side
Bleeds and pollutes the watery foam,
Crushes green plants, to cause just stress.
Lays low great deeds and pays no heed
To mountains that satisfy need
And now man lies all a torn mess
Cursing the world and God for faults,
That only he, in his greed cults.
Yet there is hope that lies in trees
Tis love that shall save our seeds.
Into the Depths
Read the Poem again
Put away your devices
Be present and contemplate