Hearken To the Herald
Tree by tree, O’ of this we see,
The forests disappearing,
For the greater need is but greed
And the process domineering!
Once standing tall, the forests fall,
But now the bell is ringing,
O’ hearken to the herald of today,
For a portent it is bringing!
Coming nigh, O’ the darkened sky,
But thus no one is fearing,
Yet all shall choke upon the smoke
That ominously is nearing!
Upon the infinite seas all shall breathe,
As the bell goes onward tolling,
O’ hearken to the herald of today,
For thunder now is rolling!
While you sleep the end doth creep,
This comes hauntingly assuring,
For only the very wise have realized
That tomorrow is not alluring!
The rivers flow, the wind doth blow,
But the bell is loudly ringing,
O’ hearken to the herald of today,
For a portent it is bringing.
Copyright © R. L. Mccallum | Year Posted 2015
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