I reach for a small piece of earth
And falling into my hand,
It crumbles to dust.
I watch as the trees, once so green,
Follow suit and
Begin to disintegrate away.
A swift burst of wind
Carries the particles to the sun
Leaving the landscape bare.
Unforgiving sun beats on
Soil of no shadows,
And soon it too crumbles beneath me.
I am falling into nothingness
Save layers of ancient rock
Tumbling away.
Crashing, they make no sound
For they have ceased to exist
As mother nature has died...
We take so greedily
Into hands of destruction
Leaving not but our interests upon the path.
Though now we have seen
This path, our rampage
And realized just what we are, without mother nature.
.....Amita