I stood on the croquet lawn and looked,
Looked all around me and above me.
The sun was shining,
The clouds were white and streaky.
The trees and bushes were free of leaves
Devastated by Winter’s coldness,
But as I looked closer
Buds were starting to grow,
Spring was on its way
And the bareness of Nature’s world
Will soon be filled with Nature’s greenery
And I will see all its glory surrounding me.
The wonder of Nature is so superb
I appreciate all my time with it
And am so pleased that it is there,
It is always there for me to see.
The thought then comes to me,
In this pleasant time homo sapiens lives
And only think of themselves,
And what is in it for them.
They are destroying Nature,
Destroying Nature with selfish ways.
The must learn to protect,
Protect our world from harm,
As maybe one day the lawn may be gone
And nobody will be able to stand on it
And revel in the joy of Nature,
As I do in this moment in time.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 8th, 2023 02:11
- Comment from author about the poem: Will my grandchildren walk on the green?
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
Comments7
So true....mankind is destroying nature bit by bit. Well written!
Thank you Addy, yes it is such a shame as Nature is wonderful.
Andy
Yes, some things are Ok, until man (mankind) comes along and messes them up. Doh!
My poem - 'White!' Snow today.
Very true Orchi.
Andy
Good you got the thought, Andy.
Thanks Dave, much appreciated.
Andy
Like I have said countless times before .. sometimes I am ashamed of my own species .. its gotta be green every time ... 💚
It certainly has Neville, walking with Nature is so wonderful.
Andy
'revel in the joy of Nature'
Amen!
a timely and important write Andy
Thank you Mek, I do revel in the joy of Nature whenever I can.
Andy
A beautiful inspiring message Andy.... I too wonder about the future of earth...Christina
Thank you Christina, much appreciated.
Andy
Wonderful poem Andy!
Thank you Jon.
Andy
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