Stealing

And now we come to a time where all was well.

Nothing seemed broken…

Everything was ‘together’…

And nothing was apart.

Alike in mind, in soul.

The same between the oceans and the mountains…

The tree and brown soil…

Purpose was known and not forgotten.

It was and was not.

It could and could not be.

The land that our brothers and sisters trodden…

Now almost all lay beneath our concrete feet.

Now the tall pines have lost their might against the buildings and towers…

The water is not running freely, but owned by ‘tap’ and ‘shower’…

This is all we sacrifice, hoping to gain…

Meeting the modern society of tomorrow and today...

Yet causing the nature of Mother Earth an ever opening supply of pain.

And this is what I think of when I see the smog of the city and the mountains beyond…

Of how we repaid our ‘Mother’ and turned her children to the saw mills and house structures…

Forgive us...

For we do not know what we do…

Yet.