May 4, 2017, 5:42 PM

The grasp of Man 

  Poetry » Landscape, Phylosophy
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The glistening leaves in the spring sun –
their miraculous life has just begun.
The songs of birds liven the sky so vast.
How long shall this harmony last?


People madly rushing in all directions,
blind to their layers of protection.
The finest creation of Mother Nature
afraid of its own shadow’s danger!


We dig, crush, eat, exploit and fight.
Even the wise don’t know who is right.
Yet we live long, prosper, enjoy and know
we have risen far beyond the mud below.


For ours is this Earth to rule
and we’re going down the path of fools.
Each marvelous sunset is a reminder
of the pristine future so much brighter.

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