The Environment, My Home

My Environment is my only homely home That I know. Plants and animals alike love this lovely home. I love to sit and marvel at the beauties of our beautiful E nvironment, To see rivers flow freely in the democracy of the environment, Grass green and as fresh as a fish in untouched natural free waters, Births singing and ringing like universal timekeepers in all matters. This wonderful Environment is the handwork of our ever-caring Father And when it is well looked after, it could be next to our Father. My health and my wealth all come from this cherished home. How I wish foolish humans do not tarnish the harmony of this dear home! I hate to see toxic smoke from industries go up carelessly and invited to Ozone Because when Ozone shall have died, Sun will cease to be our friend. I hate to see fishermen throw away a young fish Just as I hate to see my neighbour dumping refuse into running waters. A disorderly forester cannot be a friendly friend to me. And why not he or she who farms into a river valley, bed and source? I am sick when farmers burn bushes and I cannot marry she who cooks just any kind of meat and kills the viper. Pollution and anything harmful should not be in my Environment, our Environment, Because I too will be harmful to those who tolerate such things For I hate to live a brief life. (Published in CHAINING FREEDOM, 2012)