Renewal - Poem by Donald Cochrane
I see the land, once open, now contained.
A gentle creature, caged, in servitude.
I see the forest, once wild, but now restrained,
stripped of it's majestic solitude.
I see the sea, once full of life, now choked,
a ravaged tribute to unbridled greed.
I see the sky, once clean, now filled with smoke,
without a voice to cry, or words to plead.
The roar of man's machines forever heard.
The frenzied need for progress, for success.
I cannot hear the keening of a bird,
I cannot feel the gentle wind's caress.
And yet there's hope, if I take time to see
the fragile bud, a seed, a newborn calf.
I touch the fertile soil, the seedling tree,
I listen to a new born babies’ laugh.
In spring, I see the world once more alive,
in fall, the spawning salmon in the stream,
I know that natures cycle will survive
when man’s last edifice is just a dream.
(Lake Cowichan, BC,1995)
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