environment awareness
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Do we hold our world in the palm of our hand?
We pretend we are in control,
But all human actions must end.
Water. Air. Wind, Earth, and Fire.
There is an abnormal businessman
Who is a corporate partisan.
He taints all oceans with oil,
Which contaminates the soil.
Afterwards, he is a garbageman.
A falling daffodil
Leaning,
Screaming,
Dreaming.
Giving off radiance from its resilience.
Shining,
Blinding,
Posing, but never closing
Its petals
Everywhere I look, all I can see is garbage
To my left I see my friend, drowing in pollution
To my right I see another suffocating on plastic
Above me there is so sun, no light, no warmth
Forest all around
No compass can direct
Our guide where to go
He is lost
He wanders
Aimlessly
We are lost
Often times, as we progress through life, we find ourselves at a crossroad between knowing and the abyss of not knowing.
How can we be so sure that knowledge is power and ignorance is bliss?
Simple.
As gentle breezes dances through the leaves, you know
As the sun streaks the sky to find
The daisies, embedded in freshly, fallen snow,
All witness the tragedies of mankind.
i.
the cacophony
of capitalism mutes
the euphony of birds
ii.
you can still hear it
the harmonizing of birds against
the white noise of construction
hanging like little cosmic clouds
not knowing
how transiently they will be pruned
to adorn synthetically scented rooms
Swift, brisk, and bright
weather continues from the night
Shake, break and crumble
the earth begins to rumble
Sway, soak and breath
plants sprout from underneath
Pounce, run and flee
When the birds stop singing
And the grass is dry
When the heat is overwhelming,
Goodbye, Goodbye.
Never again seeing,
or hearing the cry,
Of the wolf howling,
Goodbye, goodbye
Shining down, falling up
Spun in circles
Flung left, pulled right
Not sure where to stand
I find the ground,
Plant my feet, and begin to grow.
My roots grow deep. My arms stretch high.
