A Dying Man's Wish

A Dying Man’s Wish

Please Don’t Make This The Last Thing That I See.

Clouds of dust blow across the desert landscape like giant rolling boulders covering everything in their path with a light brown film several inches thick.

Water flows along at a rapid pace churning with bits of debris as it travels down a straight and narrow path sucking in everything along its course.

Oppressive heat bears down as if under a heat lamp in an out-of-control tanning Spa, cracking the earth below it as it sucks out the last remnants of moisture.

Subartic cold turns small flakes of snow into fragile ice crystals that break with the slightest movement.

The desert landscape with the winds blowing was once the lush grasslands of the mid-west of America.

The flowing water now runs freely down the streets of New York City where once the bright yellow taxis traveled in packs.

The unbearable heat that cracks the earth was once the Canadian wilderness full of lush green vegetation.

The sands of the Florida coast now covered with ice feel the snowflakes turn to the brittle cold crystals.

The Earth as we knew it is turned upside down in one lifetime because we raped and pillaged the land with the speed of sound, while never listening to the cries of the earth.

The signs were there but we did not read.

The voices were there but we did not hear.

The time was now but we were too busy.

If only someone had been able to make the world listen that the way we live would change the way our children would survive, maybe things would be different.

I leave you now in this year of 2046 looking at what has happened thinking what could have been had I only listened.

Robert L. Murdoch 06/29/09