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.
Copyright © Peter Calvanese Jr. | Year Posted 2009
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