Can We Change
By Sharran Windwalker
At the breach of dawnas the subtle light plays games
with high forest landscapes
I find myself among tall trees
walking I'm not sure where
pondering the sights
soon to open to me
as I proceed on up to alpine meadows.
But the path I walk
is broken and rutted,
the work of ATVs and quads
and further, I know,
the clear cuts will come into view
and there also
the land is an inferno
of off-roaders' pleasures.
I wonder:
Will we ever wake up?
See how our motorized pleasures
are destroying the very fabric of earth life
the land, the forests, foreshores
the very air we breathe?
Eating away the soul of nature?
Alas as the leaves change colour,
as the sun comes through the mist
the fun lovers already return
to despoil another day
and I realize
man is having way too much fun.
No time to reason responsibility
or the consequences of the change
being inflicted upon this world.
Thus the show will go on, must go on
predicated as it is on profit
for those who rule and ruin:
Yes, it will go on
until nothing is left.
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