a cry for the endangered

the ocean deep with longing
a time set in stone
upon which
we herd the very essence of ourselves
into the darkness of non-being
into a time that’s path was hollow long ago
the earth cries to us the ruler
to be kind
to be slow
but we march on
as some would say to our fate
others cry with the rocks and the trees
for the beauty that is lost to our mighty ways
eternally we have changed the realities of existence
and watch it die beached on the hot dry sands
of our minds
hoping that power is a one way street
and we will not be next to go this wicked path
but we cannot be sure of all to come
so to protect ourselves from the storm of fear
brewing deep within
we hold our hearts and walk away
trying not to remember a world
filled with the songs of whales

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