Sweet Earth

How many more springs will be granted. Springs where seeds and flowers are planted. How long will the filthy rain sustain the vigor Of tender shoots so green and innocently eager. We spew out human seed to take root on earth, Lessening its space, its value and its worth. How long until we are world of ants scurrying, Everything trampled by the constant hurrying. We have chipped the beauty away into rows of ticky-tacky houses where nothing grows. Where are the jungles, the forest primeval. Not now but air and water that are lethal. Oh, mourn the earth of beauteous expanse. Now no beauty can be found with a glance. Mayhaps we will survive - but maybe not. . . between progress and the lessons taught. Sleep well sweet Earth, beautiful orb.