Joe Moore

The Change Of Earth’s Nature

Look at its brilliance; it’s the unblemished sun,
It rises and sets, provides us with the day.
Look at the beauty, seeds come into flower,
They reach for the sky, growing from the clay.

See the water resting, far above in the cloud,
From the sky it will rain, and give to the trees.
It grows out the soil; grass comes in a crowd,
Short it may be, but tall enough to catch a breeze.

Feel the bite in the air, its winter only once a year,
It comes in frozen droplets, parts with new leaves.
Its warm here again, summer comes with loud cheers,
It’s time once more for picnics and short sleeves.

They swim deep in the sea, a home for the fish,
Masters of the water, use it to go in motion.
The land they govern, animals are its keepers,
Even in the heavens, they fly with devotion.

This great planet of ours, Earth as we know it,
What was it before us, perhaps a place of peace?
God granted us a globe of beauty, on it we all spit,
Covered it in blood from war, every single piece.

Earth was once Heaven, air was not cancerous,
It provided much food, which now comes with lead.
Our dedication to pollution, has changed Earth’s Nature,
It will forever know, here the humans tread.

Flowers and trees, move aside for the manufacture,
You’re in civilizations path, buildings clear the way.
All that weight on Earth, buildings it does fracture,
The wind they do catch, the grass no longer to sway.

Earth’s Nature has changed, it doesn’t know itself,
The world may be old, but quickly it was tainted.
Let’s take the time and see, the world as it should be.
That which is left intact, can it be left unpainted?

Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 14, 2010
Poem Edited: Sunday, March 14, 2010

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