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
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