'Epitaph To Earth'

'Epitaph To Earth'

Oh...Mother Earth

Hold us once again

to your breast

Just one more chance

To preserve Nature's best

For it is spring...

Yet the grass stays brown

Trees wear no green crown!

No flowers fair

To scent the putrid air

The birds are still

Smog blotted out the sun

Now painful knives the chill

Some said this would happen...

But who believed?

Mother Earth...dying...whispers

Too late now for a solution

Cause of death? Man's pollution.

Kesti

1975©