Best Naturefather Poems
Let me tell you about my dream
My father said, putting me on his lap
It was a dream that has always seemed
Too impossible and hard to grasp
I dreamt that I was alone on a cloud
Looking at our nature being felled
Observing the glacial mountains dwell
Not up high but down so low
Destroying our lands as foolhardy foes
I saw the florid flowers darken as dried blood
As they greeted the ground with bowed heads
Giving scent not to the skies but to mud
I saw pain leaking from fettered petals
That fitfully designed our earth as devils
Beside me, there sat many grey clouds
It was a scene so hard to fathom
Never once seen color that shrouds
The sky above, that was for purity an emblem
I was surprised but thankful it was just a dream
For in reality it’s illicit to fell
And impossible for grey clouds to dwell
In our atmosphere, an idiosyncrasy of purity
Humans will never accept such ignominy
And never become iconoclasts
For our nature is our identity.
I falteringly smiled with a tear in my eye
I didn’t expect my father to ask why
I just looked at his clouded eyes and said with tender
You’re right dad Thank God it was just a dream.
We captured the sun
...and angered the sea.
Now the fish are protesting,
dressed in black;
like a cavalcade
they rush the land with picket signs.
"Release the sun!
It isn't yours!
Release our father to the sky."
The sea turns black with fury,
erupting with it's rage,
it sinks whole ships
...and islands.
"Release the sun!
It isn't yours!
Release our father to the sky."
The wind carries screams of anguish
...as the plants deprived of carbon
scream in pain.
The trees march into Washington,
demanding federal aid;
the captors send out fire wielders
...to smash descent.
"Release the sun!
It isn't yours!
Release our father to the sky."
The earth who weeps for her partner
brings the rain,
...and the sea enraged strikes up the waves;
till the sun is released from it's cage
...drowning the captors in their own sins.
The beauty that our Father shows
through the sunlit sky
is evidence to us, His heirs
that He is always nigh.
From mountain peaks so greatly majestic
to the smallest blade of grass,
whatsoever our Father creates
is ours from His Love so vast.
Made for the pleasure of your eyes,
this world speaks of things to come.
For it is true that what is temporal dies,
beckoning you to seek God's Son.
Eternity is so much more glorious than this,
this place where God wants you to live.
Life with Him there is immeasurable bliss
if your life to Him you will give.
Douglas L. Ace