Growth Of Man, Death Of Earth Poem by Trevor Seery

Nest are built in the tallest tree,
clad in an ivy rich green sea,
winds do whisper stories and fables,
they are caught by the branches of lime and maple,
gnarled and wind swept, exposed to all weather,
used as a home and a post to tether,
to dig the soil and plant a seed,
is a wonderful magical worthwhile need,
from the ground grows a stalk,
to make the neighbours jealous and baulk,
all it takes is an idea, a future plan,
for without trees and water there would not be man,

pleasure and knowledge are gained from the land,
whether in field, mountain, or wood where you stand,
a concept of the future and the children yet be born,
what do we pass on, what do we offer, nothing and loss and a fistful of scorn,
our kids are the future, they have to survive,
without food they cannot eat or oil not drive,
solution pollution, where have you been,
open your eyes to truly see.
Angry, bitter and annoyed with my peers,
I choose to change and influence their fears.