Restore Life 1

Why do you stand to stare, old man, Over these fields of grass, It must be a terrible boring time, There's nothing here to see. No, nothing now, but I look with inward eye, For twenty thousand years did pass Since I meditated upon this place. Then was a time before Mans convenience held sway, All life bowed before his blade Of Ozymandien ascendence. See the mighty herds Throng all the plain, The rapt hunter Every tendons ardour, For intention, evolutions need. The air dances under Gossamer wing, sun delighting In the dazzling ferment of a Million colourful insects, Each a miracle, in Their congruent niche. Stand present and see, Be part of the paragon Of flight, that is the swift. Its display of perfect harmony Brings joy to the soul, To know life is beautiful In its own completeness. Life has come from Millions of years to bless. Each form, a piece evolved To fit the jigsaw of existence. The mountains rise and fall In time beyond human mind, Following on evolutions train. Infinitely complex are the Relations each to all and each To their conditions of life. But the barman calls time And Lil will not look up To smell the roses. When I get home from work There's kids to feed, They don't keep themselves clean, Who goes to the shop, The endless miles of Tarmac don't cover themselves In little metal boxes. When do I get to Have a good time. I didn't ask for us To plough the fields and Scatter death upon the land. Didn't Abraham give the Animals of the field, the Fishes of the sea, the Birds of the air, To do as we will. But that was after the flood, Edens memory still stands Of before man came to the plough. The mono crops of human farm Evolutions ecology cannot bare. Evolution is life, Mechanism and result. Without the one There is no other. Divergence is lifes creed, Not mans, that occupies All natures space.