Is there a sky that is always blue
with an endless procession
of
cottony white clouds
marching on the breath of winds
to points
undiscovered
Surely not here
Here the sky has grown dark
Clouds roll in silent pain
as they spill forth
countless acidic
tears
upon the breast
of a fading mother
Is there
a lake that is always clear
with waves that dance
in the golden
sunshine
lapping with a hypnotic rhythm
Surely not here
Here the water is tainted and corrupt
A thousand years
of greed
and indifference
a thousand more of neglect
have poisoned the
life blood
of a sister to the stars
Is there a land that
is still virgin
with verdant fields
that sing with the color
of flowers
swaying gently
amidst a chorus of scents
Surely not here
Here the land is barren and harsh
The parasites
too long unchecked
have devoured all
that lay before them
leaving in their wake
the scarred face
of an aged matriarch
Now her children cry out
Mother, we are frightened.