Golden hues sparkling off mighty trees fade
As an overcast encroaches upon the forest
And an unsettled stillness overcomes the land.
A once thriving tribute of creation
Becomes an eerie ghost of the past
Nonexistent of the life that once flourished here.
The winds have become silent of song
No melodies to sooth my spirit
Deafness has fallen upon my ears.
My eyes seek the beauty of towering trees
Standing tall - Pointing to the heavens above
A tribute for all to witness and bring awe.
But I search in vain - For these majestic steeples
Giants of the forest - A vision lost from my eyes.
I look for footprints on the earth
Of the trails of the ones who live here
But the land is vacant of their presence
Empty of the scattered signs of their habitation
Barren of any existence of they that have dwelt.
As I gaze over this once beautiful land
Sadness fills my heart - For my purpose here
Was to fill my spirit and nourish my soul
With the great wonders and beauty of God's creation.
My journey here has been in vain - leaving me empty
For all I see now is a new forest - Vacant of life
That will never be given a chance to attain a finality.
A beauty that once imposed itself over the land
And glorified all has been reduced to a void.
Seedlings stand where giants once stood
Towering spires of nature's cathedral no longer exist
Leaving the land null of any inspiration
That my spirit needs to feed my hunger.
A hunger that aches for and seeks out a tranquility
And a solitude that only nature can provide.
How can I replenish what has been lost
Or regain what I have do abruptly been raped of
Stolen from my eyes and ears - my heart and soul.
The majesty of a great forest diminished to an infant growth
That will never achieve a state of perfection,
Nor climax to a pristine kingdom of great magnitude
To be revered and exalted by all that stand before her.
My heart is sad and my spirit empty
As empty as what my eyes reflect upon,
For all I can see and believe is a false renewal
Greed and ignorance has taken over the forest
Raping the beauty of a great creation without any thought,
Destroying what is held sacred by so many
Devastating everything that depends on it's very existence
For the survival and perpetuation of life itself.
As I seek out the answers why this has taken place
The words of conservation are spoken to me as if a truth
A false truth to justify the devastation of our land
A devastation that never had to begin.