Back To Basic Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Green world, wide and deep,
Where ancient forests sleep.
No city's stone, no farmer's plow,
Just leafy branches, then and now.

Rivers free, they twist and run,
Beneath a clear and gentle sun.
No dams to hold, no pipes to spoil,
Just clean, pure water on the soil.

Gold sands shift in desert vast,
Where silent winds their stories cast.
No rigs that drill, no metal stark,
Just starlit nights, a cooling spark.

White ice, it rests on frozen ground,
Where winter's hush is all around.
No distant smoke to melt the snow,
Just quiet lands where cold winds blow.

Big beasts would roam, in numbers grand,
Across the earth, in every land.
With tusks and horns, and padded feet,
Life's symphony, so wild and sweet.

The plains would hum with bison's tread,
And horses wild, with manes outspread.
Great birds would stride on island shore,
And ancient reptiles live once more.

Blue oceans gleam, a vibrant sight,
With coral gardens, pure and bright.
Where whales would sing and sharks would glide,
And fish in teeming schools would ride.

A breathing Earth, a balanced art,
A living world, a beating heart.
Without us, it thrives and dreams,
In nature's pure and boundless streams.