An Eye Toward Creation and a Merrier Future

The toy boxes empty, and yesterday's thrills Are buried together in mountainous hills I still so remember the virgin land sweet They deemed it would hide all that treasure discrete And way back, I think around bout '67 Began hurling trash there, Now a hill mounts toward heaven Many a purchase, many a thrill Couches, and washers and toys in that hill Purchased with sweat and such toil of a brow For loves sake, for Holidays purpose allowed All of that love, so much hard-earned cash Forgotten, forsaken in hills full of trash And so in my lifetime I watched the hill grow Blocking the sunset that we use to know A million sweet scents from that desert once rose Now the air smells of refuse, and much trash disposed As Christmastime comes with her visions serene The lights in a twinkle on the evergreens Casting our eyes to the dear Saviors Birth May we remember God's gift of our earth Repurpose, creating our gifts for loved ones A gift of an Earth to our future grandsons A gift of clean air and pure sparkling waters To all of creation, and our future daughters A pure wish for merry, though we've less cash to spend The truest of love lasts beyond our lives end Merry Christmas is coming, may we choose to pay It forward for Earth's sake and much brighter days