We Must Give Back!
The silvered whisper of spring
Gives way but oh so slowly
To the dreaded march of Time.
Yet still the bright Sun beckons me
Outside to see her industry
For everywhere green shoots
Appear, by some strange magic.
Gifted to us, from where I cannot fathom!
Then I watch the draught from Heaven
Its music whistles through the trees
I see the branches gently sway
And hear the Waltzing breeze.
I’ve seen leafless branches dance before
Closed bud boughs that whip and whirl
But still spring dances her last Tango
Before allowing summer slowly to unfurl.
Then swaying hollyhocks take up the tune
Each and every flower dancing
Stretching upwards towards the Sun.
To a rhythm that shows their gentility.
They know they cannot be outdone
Despite their long stemmed fragility.
Swaying oh so gently to a zephyr wind
Protected as all things must surely be
By the goodness of kindly Mother Earth
In gentle accord with Beloved Nature.
And the Noonday Sun extends her warmth
So that we, Earth's subjects, too are warmed
By the generosity of their great bounty!
But will we give back what we take out?
Or will we thoughtlessly plunder
Her treasure, by giving not a care
To Mother Earth’s Beloved Nature?
There is grave peril if we fail to act.
If we toss aside all thought for her.
Then we are lost for all of time
For the Earth must be replenished!
We must give back what we take out
Or suffer consequences so terrible
Affronted Nature will turn against us
And Earth will exact a terrible revenge
On the thoughtless world she cherished!