The Greed of Man

The majesty of mountains fills the heart and
mind with awe,
the rivulets of water as their caps begin to
thaw,
rush down the lush green girdled sides and
mingle with the stream,
the wreath of mist in lower slopes is like an
unreal dream,
the trees that grow on sloping sides reach
upwards to the sky,
straight and tall these wonders grow
although the ground awry,
the birds that live within its mantle live and
play and die,
the deer in season lifts its head and gives its
plaintive cry,
the furry possom pauses in its meal of glossy
leaves,
to listen to the night owl as its tending to
its needs,
but new sounds in this wonderland means
something here is wrong,
and in a few more years this paradise is gone.
The thunder of the engines and the smell of
acrid smoke,
natures creatures living here can give up
all their hope,
for the greed of man is insatiable nothing
bars the way,
the money made will soon be gone.
But its our children who will pay...


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