Nature's Peril
While strolling on this summer morn so fair
with warming sun rays soft upon my cheeks
and gentle breezes blowing through my hair,
a tender dulcet day without a care,
I deeply ponder thoughts to which life speaks.
A red-winged blackbird floats along the breeze
and lights upon a cattail by the lake;
his trills lamenting sights for which he pleas,
pollution everywhere is all he sees.
I wonder if mankind will e’er awake?
A bullfrog sitting by the water’s edge
upon a lily pad, he croaks his tune
lamenting all around the withered sedge
that’s littered with debris his croaks allege.
I wonder if mankind will wise up soon?
For it is we who, through our careless deeds,
have scarred the beauty of this precious land
to satisfy our selfish greedy needs
without a single thought to where this leads,
intents upon fulfilling our demands.
But are we not the keepers of this earth,
the ones who, nature’s beauty, must preserve
for future generations, giving birth
to Mother Nature’s everlasting worth?
If not then we will get what we deserve.
June 26, 2023
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