The sky hovers over us,
Watching…
The trees stand where they grow,
Waiting…
And birds fly by wondering
Why…
But we pay no attention to them; we don’t even see them anymore.
Mindlessly, our roadways creep farther and farther into the wilderness,
Our houses spring up like mushrooms in the fall… seemingly overnight, as
Again and again we push all that is not of our making out of our way until,
The trees fall where they grow,
The sky hangs its head in sorrow and
The birds stop wondering
And just say goodbye.
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Sad…but true in so many cases. All we can do is our own little part, I guess. Big hugs…I hope all is well with you.
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Yes…a very sad state of affairs, sad so sad…I very much agree with the above comment. We must do our own little bit to care for and look after this magnificent world that we live in. A beautiful, thoughtful poem. Thank you! ❤
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