Everywhere We Go Poem by Mark Heathcote

We carve out valleys and climb mountains
to touch the craters of the moon
hoping to sprinkle a flower or two,
or a little bit of gold dust.
But often, we are caught up in
the thickets of lust, greed and ego
blind-sided everywhere we go.
With tears advancing avalanching-
down like rocks everywhere we go.
Everywhere we go, instead of
trails of wondrous beauty,
we leave levelled fields of destruction
as barren as a moon crater; everywhere we go.
Wishing one day it-could-all be different.
It could all be more meaningful, even if it's
Short-lived and ethereal as the melting snow,
please let it snow now everywhere I go
everywhere I go
everywhere I go.
Where ever we go, let it snow.