Carol A. Hand
Seeing the beauty around me
brings both joy and sorrow.
I realize the fragility
that may not survive tomorrow.
I remember the forest that
inspired my childhood song
cut down to build houses,
a sanctuary long gone.
I remember the dreams of peace
from my youth now gone bye
chickadees still sing and crows still circle high
but new wars begin as drones fill the sky
Here birds greet the morning as tree tops turn gold,
While many children go hungry
And my heart hears their cries
Because leaders want power and their hearts have grown cold.
They poison the waters in the rush for oil,
as oceans are warming as sea levels rise
they poison the air and poison the soil
they close their hearts to the earth’s cries.
Let me greet every morning as long as I live
mindful of beauty and suffering
and mindful of the hope
only love can give.
Photo Credit: Lake Superior Sunrise and Silhouettes – Photographer Jnana Hand