Sherry Asbury Poet Rhyme

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.

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Warren Doll February 4, 2019 at 1:12 PM Brilliant poem , Sherry. We are destroying our planet. Warmest Wishes~Warren

Rhona Mcferran January 30, 2019 at 7:21 PM Eloquent poem, although very sad... Beautiful work, my friend! *hugs*

Connie Marcum Wong January 25, 2019 at 4:58 PM Living in the middle of the Pacific, supposedly in paradise, is also affected by the damaging changes of our world. Our once pristine waters have lately been tested and warnings put out that if you swim in our gorgeous lagoons you may become ill. So sad that nowhere is safe from man's pollution! A great wake up call in your powerful words Sherry! : )