Sitting by the shore
On the edged jetties
Trailing through the fingers
Those cusps of clouds
With eyes shut, paused thoughts
Breathing all of nature in me.
Gathering the voices of wings,
Savoring the music of the lonely wind
Here I sit, not to go
But to make this call my rescue abode.
Mountain peaks shrouded by snow
Forest untouched, giving way to echo
River reeks magic into the world
Man resides in the lap of nature.
Bountiful it seem to the needs of man
Who does nothing but defiles the land
Ripping apart green and embracing the soot
Soiling the pristine sea to contend his mood.
There! There! The animals cry
Look around, as they continue to die
To satiate the humankind indulgence
Of his myriad urges of a grand life.
Sit back and think awhile
For nature too has a threshold line.
Standing midst the defilement
Dear succeeding kin,
The earth was a better place
Some decades since.
There was time of prosper and mirth
Killed it was by greed brimming on earth.
I tried, I swear
To make man see,
But so was he immersed
in his stack of selfish needs.
Countless efforts went in vain
Little could we do,
To save white nature from the claws
Of constant stingy deeds that man could cause.
Look around my son!
Make a virile effort.
Seek some light
For people, who awaits
At the end of tunnel.