Evening comes slowly creeping across the landscape.
Pines deep green in daylight turn black.
A child seen in silhouette on a tire swing as cicadas'sing.
Loosed in the garden by creator were we, armed only with human nature and common sense.
Years we survived with only those tools, and we learned as we went.
Humankind attuned to the earth, living and thriving in balance with nature.
Than came greed and man learned to profit through destruction.