A Ride Down the Thousand Islands Ii

A juvenile little blue heron yells for its mate. In a quiet manner, you pluck a reluctant leaf from its home. This is not the world as god meant it to be. A stingray races at an amazing speed. No sign or sound of cars, buildings, or people That will change. Low enough to stand and reach out Crush the vast serene painting the world it absorbs It is not for us to cause more damage The crisp leaf crumbles as it is grasped. The kayak turns the corner in a graceful manner Close enough to reach rub across its slimy skin. A kayak floats in lazy elegance Stress and with great speed throw it away. The oar is placed across the bow A brown behemoth emerges from the depths Man already destroyed everything he touched Paddling on, past the floating island Branches stretch over the water forming a canopy Water drips as it rises in the air The sea cow basks in the sun Wading in the water three feet away Through the vastness of the Thousand Islands The kayak drifts on in silence Consider touching it, but hold back A breeze pushes the kayak through the maze A sweet smell replaces the smoky aroma of civilization