Every blooming flower and every strong tree,
is just another beautiful sketch in God’s heavenly canvas,
(namely,) our lovely, dear earth.
The pearls of heaven adorning the fields
the carpet of the green grass tickling my feet
the beautiful blend of clouds in the sky,
making me realize how small and insignificant am I
the vibrant colors, the spirit of life
add little more than happiness
to the joys of the earth…
The earth is boiling under the sun’s blazing heat. Thousands are suffering from heat strokes and sun burns everyday. Many of this is turning fatal.
And its all because of us. Us.
It was all our fault that we decided to go behind the comforts and ease of living, while the thoughts of environment faded in our hearts.
We decided to poison the air and kill fellow plants and trees, making god’s gift, rain, to disappear from the face of the earth. We did.
Now no water. So no agriculture. No livelihood for farmers. Wouldn’t that mean no food to us? Can we not see what we’re headed to?
And now what?
The Ozone’s gotten holes. The sunlight falls on us directly. So what do we do?
Go inside our home, switch on A/C, cooler and fan, have some ice cream and chilled soda, use sun screen lotions, drink water with ice cubes in it, play in water parks and just do NOT CARE ABOUT THE EARTH.
How can we be so heartless?
Pearly white mist wavering in the aura
and a blob of white
glowing in the arches of heaven
held up by tall pillars of green and brown..
Soft hoots and waving leaves,
moving branches and dancing trees,
the still sounds when the clock strikes twelve
and the howls of wolves at far distant…
All existed till man did
I took a pen and a paper and sat near the window
as I wrote, my world changed, until I woke up somewhere I have never been,
I was sitting by the park,
in the shining sunset’s dark
with the big moon glowing
I feel my time flowing…
I know that I’ve not got my eternal life
to free the world from trickery and rife
The big watch on my hand says
time is ticking, ticking away
Its funny how watches have got more
But the time we have is being lost
But, I know its now or never
to change the world forever
So here I am sitting in the park
with the tree’s shadow on me, dark
Here I’m wondering if I could do,
to change the world and paint a better hue…
After all, you never know what happens in the future.
Because the future never comes… and the past never ends…
With all the buildings rising
and the trees going down, without a musing
With all the wildlife being killed
we, oursleves cannot survive the fumes
Why doesn’t this penetrate human mind
The blue water, the fresh air and the green beautiful trees,
it seems quite a long time,
when the earth was really free