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Brad Hult Poem
The man wandered through the lonely and desolate earth. Suffering a tribulation
of exile from human relationships. He was the last one, the only one, the only
man left on Gaia. Walking, he went forward, onto the hill where he shall be
saved. The darkness and purity emanating at the same time from the sacred
hill. What was his new fate to be? As he pondered he climbed to the top of the
hill and observed…
The animals, creatures of Gaia
Happy in the solace they found
Butterflies dancing between each other
A dance of courtship
A promise to share lives coherently
As beautiful as the butterflies were, they vanished
The man’s eyes averted quickly and saw…
Power, Dominance, Death, and Beauty
Beauty, oh… the irony
Distressed nature trying to rebirth areas of discontent
Earthquakes, Volcanoes, Hurricanes, and Tornadoes
Problems, but not
Beautiful, the tornado
Nature’s renewal
Absorbing impurities and leaving nothing but a fresh start
Volcanoes blew high stacks of lava
To the sky it rose, no boundaries
While being absorbed in the light of the crimson sky, the man saw something
invigorating…
Comets flying through the celestial heavens
The universe, one space with minor hindrances
Stars, eclipse, Luna, Life
New wonders in the black
Scared and awed at the same time the man looked away…
Trees dancing through the wind
Soothing white cherry blossoms mourning
Mourning the cycle of life into death
As they, the trees
Released the tears of nature’s spores
Sad to the fate of future comings, death
The end of the cycle
Now confused, the man looked abroad and set his eyes upon the whole picture…
All pieces of nature flow together
Life into death
Creation to birth
Controlled by the passages of time
Nature a whole unity
Every area of Mother Gaia is one
The balance perfect without the fingers of man tainting the purity
Then, the man’s memories came back. The human’s tainted ness was like a
cancer to the dear beloved Gaia. Killing her they were. Now the last one was left
to ponder the natural order and progression. Knowing his inevitable fate he
fulfilled his destiny. The man with his final breathes waited on the top of the hill
and passed slowly to the grip of the heavens.
Farewell…
Copyright © Brad Hult | Year Posted 2006
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