Why do we think we are so great?
When all we have to do, Is stand upon a mountainside,
Which dwarfs both me and you!
Just take the time to really see,
That cascading waterfall
A snow clad range of mountains,
A flower, a bird, a tree
Take the time to smell the earth When a shower has washed it clean, The sweetest scent is new mown hay, Or newly cut grass, velvet and green
Watch the new born lambs at play,
Or, see an eagle rise and soar,
Hear the whales resounding song,
Or, listen to the lions roar.
Who are we, that dare destroy,
This wondrous world of ours,
Why can't this puny human race
All its means, deploy.
To save, protect and cherish,
The good things in our sight,
All things, in time must perish
But let's try to make it …show more content…
What do they hear?
Could we but converse one to one, face to face
Our actions would, I'm sure, bring forth a tear.
As humans we continue to misuse and abuse
Creatures like these, so gentle and kind,
For man in his ignorance, will still refuse,
To open his ears, open his eyes open his mind!!!
AS DAY DIES
Framed against a bright golden sky Are the mountains that come into view Contrasts so brilliant they dazzle the eye A canvas spread out for me and for you
As evening unfolds it's glorious scene
A bright azure sea shows way up on high
Edged with orange, red, blue and green
These colours man's paint brush defy
There are no words can 'ere explain The sunsets magic colour scheme Seen from mountain, sea or plain This is just part of nature' theme
Catch the moment if you just can With the camera's quickened flash But how can one tiny human man Hope to imitate the perfect splash
Of brilliant hues that appear on high
Spreading their glow across the land
Arriving as day from night doth fly
T'would be like trying to count the sand!!
PEACE
Man’s inhumanity to man
I will never understand:
There is no way, a baby …show more content…
BIRD'S EYE VIEW
Oh! That I had the wings to fly,
Just like the raven, eagle or the dove
What a different world would I perceive?
From my lofty flight way up above.
How does the hawk, from way up high,
Spot the mouse, the snake, the vole?
If God gave eyes that great to me
Could I then see, inside your soul?
If I could look down from in the blue
Would my perspective be, forever changed?
From this my bird's eye point of view?
So let me dream this wish was granted. I float high above the fields and trees Then glide, along the mountain sides. Far above the noise, of man’s rat race. Only the rush of wind now abides.
Colours are clearer, the sea brighter blue,
Grass like green velvet, spread out below.
Grey ribbons of road run through the scene,
Intrusion of man, with his mobile machine!
I'd like to stay and drift in this place,
Where noise does not invade my world,
Reality alas, intrudes, and must be faced
For mere earthbound mortals, such as I.
So when the world crowds much too close,
I'll dream once more, I'll rise up high, Leave behind this human yoke of stress For like my feathered friends, I long to