Hidden Beauty
Shhhhh
I was listening to the ocean
Keeping it's depth of secrets
I looked up and saw a face in the sky
Swirling clouds in abundance
I had a dream I was seven again
Climbing great big pines in the woods
Buh thump Buh thump
That is the sound of life
A whistle in the wind
is the sound of natures voice
Hmmm
That is the sound of the Earth
The growth of the plants
and the birth of life
Going about it's natural order
But nothing ever stays
The sky is darkening
The stars are hard to see
Because of this choking pollution
that has no solution
The clouds are now turning gray
My dreams are now filled with the future
A future that is a bleak wastleand
With scrawny twigs as trees
That can no longer bear food
or homes for the denziens of the forest
Flies and maggots surrounding everything and everyone
Stench of rot overtaking with more landfills
And animals hunted and beaten
bloodied and whining for help
All because we want more
and more
Not enough people are helping
Many are too greedy
To contribute to any change
Wanting techonolgy for personal gain
Instead of saving
This digusting but sometimes beautiful world
I would like to be this change
To save Mother Earth
Because I am a daughter of this world
with my beating heart
and pumping lungs
as proof
But I'm running out of time
The world is only getting worse
But in time, I will rise and do my part
And eventually return back to the Earth
Where it has seen the beginning of its beauty
Crumble at it's end
All I need is the change I want to see
unity between all things living
and protection for those not yet alive
Maybe I can love the world someday
But not today
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