We scorch our lands, and pollute our waters, What of our kin: sons and daughters?
Just to meet our demands, we have scarred our sacred lands..
Sun rises over the valley, as I sit and keep the tally..one bird flying over yonder, two squirrels singing song.
No sights or sounds, of any others, where could they all have gone?
Cityscapes in the distance, for we meet no resistance, build it here, bury there, never considering deer or bear.
Often I think of thee, as I perch beneath a tree; Had Mother Nature changed the rules, and they forced us to be the fools.. , pushing us away more each day 'till we starve or expire.
Turning away from our home, always forcing us to roam..
As the sun sets to the west, Forget not, we are guests.. Mind your manners, do no harm.. Take Mother Nature in your arms, For now, we too, are on the run..
The damage is great, but can be undone, keep her clean within your space, Enjoy her bounty, but leave no trace
LaPoint, F. 2004
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