GRAINS OF SORROW

 

If I had to write a message-

a note within the sand,

to apologize in the future,

for all who raped this land.

 

I would search to find an Ocean

and scrape back all the years,

of human waste and progress

beneath a stream of tears.

 

I would start with “Please Forgive Me”,

I thought I was in need.

Yet all of these possessions,

were simply out of Greed.

 

I never meant to hurt you;

my thoughts of things and fun,

were simply more exciting

than the beauty of our sun.

 

The forest broken and battered,

with decomposing limbs.

A holocaust of nature –

the future’s brightness dims.

 

The land now dry and stark,

lay withered like a corpse.

Stripped of all its beauty,

the light now turns to dark.

 

How can I say “I’m Sorry”,

for killing life within ?

The innocence of nature,

was taken once again.

 

© Angela Trumble 2011 A Literary Artist’s Music All Rights Reserved