I Cannot Hear You

I CANNOT HEAR YOU I cannot hear you in the noise of traffic Among busy, fretting crowds, Unaware of the still, calm presence Of Mother Earth who bore her children To be cognizant of her natural ways. Don't take control by destroying The fragile shape of things that exist In a delicate state of balance Since the beginning of time. The sounds of the forests are dimmed By the cacophony from society's savagery, Preening itself in a self-righteous pose, Concocted with a false mixture of Superior, egotistical civilization. The world beyond the grasp of humankind Is beautifully crafted with the honed skill Of an expert artist. It stands as a witness At the crossroads between decay and progress. Listen to the waves that beat on the shores Of your own mind. They convey a message To your ears and you must be receptive, As the groans and agony are expressed. Time is running out the door of opportunity; It may be too late to take action. The purposefully deaf will rue the day They ignored the siren call, becoming The first to drown in the cruel waters Of the burgeoning oceans. I still cannot hear you in the loud screams As the west wind transforms into a raging Hurricane, unstoppable, inexorable. You have the means in your hands to turn The tide of waste and stasis, to build a home, Fit for future generations, where all can breathe In safety because the air is pure and clear.