Yonder comes the morning
with a bounce to her step
and arms open in a warm embrace
as the night slips away
with a resigned and sullen look
upon her pale yet beautiful face
Here sit i, caught in the moment,
with another memory only Death will erase
as the new day begins
just as another is gone without a trace
For how many millennia has this taken place,
before it was noticed at all
by the silly human race?
When did conscious thought
and love of all things wondrous
come to us, replacing
the hunting and gathering?
When did grunts become babbling
and talking just to hear your voice?
The choice is yours as ever
to take take the moment whenever it arrives
for these surely are the Days of Our Lives
and not on some pixeled screen
for we have become obscene in our knowledge,
what some learn in college
will never do this Earth any good
The World has becomes a foreign place
and it is time we erased
all our mistakes that are now so plainly apparent
and treat Mother Earth like the parent she is
Respect your Elders, for they have survived
it takes more than breathing to stay alive...
07-05-10
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