Hudson Black (Hudson D. Black Poet on FACEBOOK)

There was a time
Of which we cannot conceive
When plastic did not exist
When petroleum laid resting

There was a time
When oceans were a true blue
Colors we will never see covered a world
Without a square inch of concrete

And I wonder was it ever even possible
For us to thrive without destroying
Or were we destined to become parasites
That feed

Consuming this thing of beauty
A perfectly balanced ecosystem of grace
This rock
That we so arrogantly named
“Earth”