There was a time...
There was a time when all waters ran clean
and fish leaped from every stream
There was a time when birds and bees
stirred summer air with wings of ease,
but now that time has gone by.
The time I've known, and seen, and felt,
has been a time when man have dealt
with the world like a belligerent child.
In the name of the great money race,
they've taken Earth's pristine face,
and with muck, and smoke, and oil, defiled.
Still I pray for the time to come,
when water sparkles in the sun,
and the moon shines down sublime
on a world that was lost and found,
and we can all feel justified and proud,
to tell of the passing of that former time.
The pond was a mirror this morning,
and mists seeps up from the hollows.
The trees are by now almost bare of leaves,
and inside, the clocks that tick away
the seconds of my life, seemed to slow.
I walked out into the quiet morn,
listening to the drip drip of last night's rain
falling from the forest roof.
Trickles of little brooks that appear only
at magical times such as this
rang like bells over the rocks,
and soothing the static of my everyday thoughts,
put the rest of the world on hold.
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