Ancient of Days

One step leaves an imprint upon which all were made Whether in organisms unseen by human orbits or on another entities backside. Accustom to our Environment how can we pose questions She's been here since the sands started downward when They started TIME. Other life out there, but there are limits man thinks man is so intelligent and yet he can not see his own boundaries cant see past his frontal lobes. Mother breathes in our pollution and poisons as we tear her limb from limb from limb to scribble this dribble She moans and writhes with every page. Society won't permit us to act If done what needs to be; we suffer so be it, can't stand to hear her cry. My Mother. For when She cries no tears fall Instead life leaves as does her will to help. Elements will vanish and pit man against man.