Let me be as pure as rain, where I touch giving life again
Like the fine soft grass, soothing the feet of all that pass
I want to grow as old as a river, like the sun be a generous giver
Be a verdant tree, who's shade gives respite to the hot and weary
As a bird let my song cheer the weak and strong lifting spirits of the dreary
So then consider, if all of this I did deliver
Nature has, no thanks were given, we try to replace her expecting to be forgiven
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Good reminder, Soren. the way I interpret this final conclusion of yours sees nature abused beyond repair.
Would you believe the debate is now turning, anxiety expressed at declining birthrates......on an overcrowded planet; that the developed countries are still importing people in order to sustain 'growth'?
Thank you Dave. Yes we are creatures of comfort and expect continued "progress" without effort and or concern for what this does to the planet, or future generations. It appears that there is no more responsibility.
I love the rhyming patterns that you employ in your poems, and this one is no exception. You give nature her just due in a most exceptional way, as you take on her most admirable characteristics.
Thank you Bella for your most welcome reviews. You are too generous Bella. I love nature and have great admiration for her. I say her because I don't believe that any man can be that beautiful, well balanced and wise.
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