The Trees, The River, The Skies And The Sea Poem by RIC BASTASA

the trees that we cut, the rivers that we pollute,
the sea that we abuse, the skies that we cut from our sights,
the explosions, the wars, the blunders

that man inflicted on his world
this is felt and everything destroyed once wriggled in pain

on this misery. what have we done? what have all these creatures
and landscapes done to deserve our cruelty
and insensitivity?

we may be gone at the end, when they take the vengeance
the sea opens up and swallows everything
the skies spit fire and thunder
the trees all die and the land fumes all the lava hidden underneath

we will lose every breath
and they may rejoice about our deaths and dissolution

there will be peace
but there will be no more meaning

for in truth, whatever we do, on these miserable events
they all exist and have meaning
because it is still we who give them, their meanings too.

why can't we live in harmony? the sea, the trees, the land, the clouds,
the skies, the rivers, they all want to embrace us

we belong to them
and they to us.

let us stop this cruelty, they are all our allies, our lovers.
as they worship us, we too must worship them.