Are We Doing Right? Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A hollow cold begin to creep,
Though sun still shine, and people sleep.
We bend the world to our own will,
Up every valley, down each hill.

But as we pull, and push, and strain,
A tiny thread is sharply pained.
It snaps, and shows a gap so wide,
We're lost from nature, deep inside.

A heavy silence fills the air,
A future awaits, beyond compare.
A choice hangs, thin and very frail,
To pull and break, or gently sail.

Do we keep pulling, till it's done?
Or let the river freely run?
And find within, a calmer pace,
To heal the earth, and find our place.

T.M.Solvang