Hope Is Still Alive
The moon still circles the earth,
and tidal flows never cease.
But as wildlife goes extinct,
our anxieties increase.
The sky's still robin egg blue,
and honey still tastes as sweet.
But our cities are dirty,
and garbage litter the street.
Flowers still grow gorgeous blooms,
and the rain still brings water.
But most animals at large
are pets or those we slaughter.
The sun still rises and sets,
and the seasons come and go.
But we've squandered a treasure
our children will never know.
Hope is still alive; within
the trusting eyes of a child.
But once it's neutered and tamed,
their world will never be wild.
(Quatrain)
9/3/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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