Wind, water, earth,
And animal, bird, tree:
All creatures and things have reasons to be.
Needing each other,
If one were to go,
How sadly begins a cycle of woe.
Winds cool us down,
While clouds bring us rain,
The earth blossoms forth with flowers and grain.
The trees of the forests
Give shelter and food,
Animals, birds, brooks lighten up our mood!
One day they came,
The spoilers and diggers,
Prospectors and hunters, lusting for wealth,
With earthmovers, trucks,
Chainsaws and drillers
They danced and they sang around me, in stealth:
“What nice big trees,
O bountiful timber!
I’ll cut them up
Into flitches of lumber!”
“What a load of lodes,
Of iron and gold,
This land will yield me
Riches untold!”
“I’ll build a resort,
Make a paradise,
And subdivide it
For a hefty price!”
“A factory here,
And a sweatshop there,
There’s plenty of cheap
Labor everywhere!”
What now for the life
In the old earth’s breast,
When the spring and the trees are laid to rest?
If the roots should die,
The earth disappears,
On fields and mountains, such a flood of tears!
My blood’s turned acid,
O the poisons sting!
The plague has killed off the fish and the spring.
My waters, once pure,
And so sweet to drink,
Are dark deadly flows rushing to the brink.
Alas, it is over
The world is undone
In the wink of an eye we all shall be gone.
If all nature is lost,
Who’ll be left to remember
The greed that has made all of us to suffer?
But I know I’ll endure,
With the passing of time
And new life emerge, in a new world and clime.
May the next race of Beings
To walk on this earth
Be gentle and kind, and sing at my birth!
2009
