Now that all these years have passed, I gaze once more upon your face
I
see those things that I remembered so often in my foolish race
But
still I wonder, how could age come so quickly to the land?
How
could you have changed so much in the lifetime of just one man?
I
see the lines upon your face and the soot within your tears
the
damage from your gouged out hillsides is even worse than it appears
I
gasp in disgust at the condition of that once fair, sweet meadow
I
fear for myself looking at the waste and garbage from long ago
And
I remember how your beauty beckoned me the closer that I drew
And
how I now howl as what little remains still comes shining through
I
shed a tear now and again as your dawn still nuzzles me as it used to
do
I
only wish I could have loved you as much but simply left you as I
found you
Everywhere
I see the struggle to tame, control and then, finally, to enjoy
But
around me too, I miss that wild presence that just had to be
destroyed
Your
streams hold fish raised in tanks on pellets and dumped from trucks
The
roads I once walked alone are full of men who seek only quick bucks
The
sunsets have grown deeper with all our smog and smoke
The
summers have grown longer and the winters are not as cold
Your
trophy game have all been taken but we shoot them all, just in case
The
spring rain you still bless us with is a thing of unappreciated grace
The
uncalled for erosion of your hillsides into your creeks is just a
little kiss
The
shattering of your wise thick silence is surely nothing we should
miss
As
we slash your forests and silt your rivers we are showing you our
love
So
long as you support us will we continue, with the blessings from
above
The
scattering of our plastic litter is an offering to appease your
spirit
Though
we rip you with our bulldozers, you really need not fear it
The
choking madness of our cities surely bonds us to you
Our
agriculture and husbandry pervert the very work you do
The
way we treat each other mirrors what we think you find fair
Our
system values greedy self-interest as you valued the water and the
air
We
invented a merciful, beneficent god who blesses our daily destruction
And
we bade that god command us to take dominion with our construction
After a long time in my short life I never thought you could change
very much
But
many of the things I thought would last, we turned to ash and such
The
rate that we extinguish your precious life forms drains your very
vigor
Your
resources are severely strained by our awful population figures
Your
waters now filled with toxic runoffs no longer flow without a care
We
managed even to abuse the great wide oceans beyond our repair
How
do your ancient senses relate to our blind and mindless noise?
Why
is it that I know, it truly was much better before these foolish
boys?
In
your silent mercy you fully support our arrogant and ignorant folly
you
grow old before your measured time amid our foolish caterwauling
As I
gaze once more into your eyes still bright with curiosity and
excitement
Though
humbled and ashamed I still stand by and watch in wretched guilty
silence
In
our long histories, just moments in the vast time that you have known
To
my astonishment I see we have only reaped and never, ever sown
Tell
me, do you still have places that rekindle your fondest memories?
Do
you long for the days before this mass rending became our legacy?
Your
arms still reach out to embrace me in those same soft ways
Why
does it seem now as if I visit you during your last hospice days?
Your
perfume was truly exciting that time when we first kissed
Now
it is laced with so many forms of our careless toxic mist
I
remember your many coats of splendor made of trees and grass and
flowers
Now
grown threadbare with excavation, mining and dark, modern towers
there
is a contradiction looking upon you now as you lay sleeping
Your
present image draws a profound mixture of nausea and weeping
From
all directions come reports of unending insults to your perfections
I
realize with shame it must get worse with each of our generations
I
wonder if your are mortally wounded or, perhaps, merely ill
we
will never know if you die or recover, for very soon we all will be
forever still
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