In the dark discarded night
when you wish you still had all your fight.
You rest on a tear stained pillow
outside your house the weeping willow
kisses the river bed
Shedding it leaves
to those who still believe
in the magic of Mother Nature.
We are caught in the rapture
Of our own dreams
which filled our lives with polluted streams
we are jet black and hollow without nature
we are filled with jet black sorrow for our children’s children
who cry for the earth which was borrowed and lent
and never meant to be spoiled
by our digital dreams.
By Daniel Hooks
AKA Alienpoet on Facebook