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The Final Moment

The man wandered through the lonely and desolate earth. Suffering a tribulation of exile from human relationships. He was the last one, the only one, the only man left on Gaia. Walking, he went forward, onto the hill where he shall be saved. The darkness and purity emanating at the same time from the sacred hill. What was his new fate to be? As he pondered he climbed to the top of the hill and observed… The animals, creatures of Gaia Happy in the solace they found Butterflies dancing between each other A dance of courtship A promise to share lives coherently As beautiful as the butterflies were, they vanished The man’s eyes averted quickly and saw… Power, Dominance, Death, and Beauty Beauty, oh… the irony Distressed nature trying to rebirth areas of discontent Earthquakes, Volcanoes, Hurricanes, and Tornadoes Problems, but not Beautiful, the tornado Nature’s renewal Absorbing impurities and leaving nothing but a fresh start Volcanoes blew high stacks of lava To the sky it rose, no boundaries While being absorbed in the light of the crimson sky, the man saw something invigorating… Comets flying through the celestial heavens The universe, one space with minor hindrances Stars, eclipse, Luna, Life New wonders in the black Scared and awed at the same time the man looked away… Trees dancing through the wind Soothing white cherry blossoms mourning Mourning the cycle of life into death As they, the trees Released the tears of nature’s spores Sad to the fate of future comings, death The end of the cycle Now confused, the man looked abroad and set his eyes upon the whole picture… All pieces of nature flow together Life into death Creation to birth Controlled by the passages of time Nature a whole unity Every area of Mother Gaia is one The balance perfect without the fingers of man tainting the purity Then, the man’s memories came back. The human’s tainted ness was like a cancer to the dear beloved Gaia. Killing her they were. Now the last one was left to ponder the natural order and progression. Knowing his inevitable fate he fulfilled his destiny. The man with his final breathes waited on the top of the hill and passed slowly to the grip of the heavens. Farewell…

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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