Till Earth Gets All Barren Like Moon

Not till the last forest’s flattened on earth, The last few drops drip down no more nor leak, Till crawling deserts daunt, the lands look bleak, The last river’s all bare from very birth, And last well on Earth's barren breast drys out, Man’s greed gets never gratified in full, Till stark nude earth’s all left there’s for this fool, Humanity hangs in despair-filled doubt. He stares still— Nature hanging on last thread, The will of Mother Earth all but wilted, Most of world’s precious snow all nigh melted, And coastal seas advance with unknown dread. What next? Till tortured Earth’s barren like Moon, I doubt still, man gets wise any time soon. _______________________________________ Sonnets |01.01.2010, revised June 2023|