The Image I Shall Carry
A tree growing on a rocky cliff,
a branch moving in the wind,
a leaf fluttering gently to the ground,
a squirrel hiding itís winter supply,
a caterpillar weaving itís cocoon
to later emerge a beautiful butterfly...
A bird song welcoming the sun,
oxygen, a gift from the trees,
pure water, the life blood of Mother nature:
all these things work in harmony
to make this earth a living being.
When we finally realize and admit
we are also a part of all that is:
not above nor greater than;
will we change the way we live?
Will we know we donít inherit the land,
we borrow it from the future?
I gather my paints, I take my canvas,
and on the bank of a river, among nature,
I begin to paint the beauty that surrounds me
why? Well, it seems to me
that if man does destroy this lovely world,
I will still have my picture,
and I will remember.
When I arrive in my new world,
I will have my picture and upon this image
I will create, not a new reality
but a reality I lost when the love I gave to Earth
was trampled under the feet of unfeeling beings.
Thus shall I live the life I dreamed of
when I still lived here and powerless
to hold back the tides of destruction.