fauxcroft

My mind melts thoughts

In a mottle haze,

I see nature

Through a window crazed

In segmented sections showing me,

Birds, heathers, deers and bees.

Trees of pine reach for the sky

Filling up my mind sublime.

Verdant greens of pine needles on trees

Punctuated by blue sky dreams,

Sleep walking through nature in fractured scenes

I wonder what does this all mean.

Visions of creation’s greatest masterpiece 

Under threat by our humanity,

Destroying bits of nature

Piece by piece

This gradual destruction creeps,

Through the forests, meadows, and woods

I would halt it tomorrow if I could.

Most people are blind to these things I see

To busy with materialistic things,

But what then when the last tree has gone?

What then, when we cannot carry on?

Create new trees, simulated things

That give out all the nitrogen we need

The same with all of natures masterpiece.

Just simulated and robotic,

And soon humans will be the same

Except for those who control these games.

We will be replaced by replicant drones

And nature will be now owned, 

by multi national corporations 

Who destroyed nature so as to be the new creators,

Of all things living and that exist.

Except nothing will be real

It will all be souless

Nothing will be complete or filled with wholeness.