Nature as a Reflection of Self

On this train,

I descend.

A cruel descent from heaven to hell.

The misty, rhythmic waterfalls

Will soon be but water pouring from mans sewer.

The giant, lively mountains that towered over my soul

Will soon be but skyscrapers.

The bright rainbow that lit my path and led my footsteps

Will soon be but neon signs.

The rushing river singing me his constant steady song

Will soon be but cars zooming past.

Wildflower hill will soon be but a paved staircase.

Heaven escapes my grasp

And my remembrance,

As I descend.

The sweet melodies of the birds in the sky

Still ring peacefully in my ears.

However, I sadly know these melodies will soon be replaced,

By mans gossiping lips.

As this train curves and bends,

Speeding across the tracks,

I see the path I have walked these days

Transform into a busy street.

Mother nature's arms have gracefully and joyfully

Welcomed me this week,

And my soul is full.

With a glimpse of her peace.

So, with dread,

I can feel the darkness closing in.

With each mile,

I am only closer to the spiritual death,

Blindness in leaving her.

On this train,

I descend from my mother's epic mountain peaks

To my brothers wasted city streets.