a new poem
What Lasts In the chaos constructed by human connivance, greed, and blinkered self-deception, I look to the trees rising, indifferent to human madness, slow-reaching skyward, slow-flowing sap to nourish each twig and leaf and tiny single cell... I look to the seas rolling on and on, uncaring of Man's designs, against the sands, the cliffs, or flinging wildly partnering with rocky shores to dance, force meeting gravity, to graze the air and slowly fall... I look to the skies deep endless blue... Sign in to see full entry.