Can we not see?

 What have We Become?

What have we become that we cannot begin to see?

The Damage that we’ve done to our Ocean land and Trees,

We belch out pollution, pumping veins in Mother Earth

Spewing out our poisons that pollute around her girth

Her Ocean floors we’ve blackened, turn all to red,

And blood is on our hands as our sea-life is now dead

What have we become that we cannot begin to see?

The damage with we do which affects both you and me

The aerosols we spray like the Chemtrails across our sky

Leave a trail of poison and no one is asking Why?

Rainforests disappearing a hundred species every day

Some we’ll never see, for we wiped them clean away.

What have we become that we feel we need to kill—

Everything around us, Is this Free Will?

I often shed a tear as I feel our Mother’s pain

For I know it’s now the time as she screams with wind and rain.

It’s time that we were shaken to realize our mistakes

How we’ve pillaged, raped and stole and Take, take ,take

Never do we honour or give her back respect

We just take her life for granted, abuse her and neglect.

Can we not see as we cut down all her trees?

We cut the very air that each of us do breathe.

What have we become as we kill for greed and power?

Our Mother now chastises in this our final hour

Her anger is just beginning to make her presence felt

For mankind is just an insect, as we reap what we have dealt

Her sigh is now heaving on the Winds of discontent

As she reflects all of our Anger over the centuries we’ve sent.

What have we become that we cannot begin to see?

We are destroying our Planet along with it you and me.

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Watching Me

I sit within the wood this Night

And cast my thoughts to you

I see the many mysteries

That many think taboo

I hear the whispers of the wind

As they echo in the wood

My lips are sealed I will not speak

and yet you hear my cry

For my eyes they watch from high above

As the wind she gives a sigh.

The Shadows climb like ivy trails

Upon the the trunks smooth bark

A Shamans drum a beat of hearts

To drive away the dark

A voice is heard upon the wind

Its cry is from a girl

Who once did walk upon his path

Her journey to unfurl

She came to find a boy she'd lost

In times of long ago

She asked the trees to send her thoughts

Of where she now should go.

For aching heart she found his beat

In the Drum of the Shamans tune

The Tree did speak

To say She'd find him soon.

For there within the branches high

The Girl now could see 

The Face reflected back to her

Was Me. 

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The Little Folk

The woods were silent as the shadows fell.

Broken only by the pheasants cry a warning to tell

My footsteps in rhythm paced out their steps

As deeper I walked and the coldness it crept.

The ivy it clung to the trunks of the tree

Along with the frost, now my breath you can see

My heart was a pounding and rushed in my ears

As I breathed in the woodland her essence brought tears

Then out from its depth came a little old man

With a long beard of white from the Little Folks Clan

With bell on his hat and a spring in his step

He told me it was no coincidence we’d met

He spoke of the times in the summers of blue

He’d watched me walk among the flowers in dew

And how he would sit unseen by my tree

And meditate with me and it filled him with glee

I said ‘Why haven’t  I seen you before?’

“Why because now you are ready to open that door,

We have to be sure of your life’s good intent,

And to answer your questions the chief Elf me sent ..

We hold this woodland in sacred revere

And so too we know you hold these trees dear

We listen to your heart as it pours out its song

And so we give you our message for which you do long

It’s time that you Humans took stock of your lives

For all we are hearing are pitiful cries

When do you honour your land and your Seas?

Only when you do will you see the likes of me.

We are the guardians the Nymphs and the Sprites

Leprechauns and Fairies that hide from your sight

We’re busily working to help heal your land.

Now I’ve come to help you and hold out my hand.”

So I held out my hand to this lovely old Elf

And was whisked through the air to be all by myself.

To find myself sat with my back to my tree

With memories of the one who was once filled with glee

I gave a wide smile as I opened my eyes

And got up from my tree and gave thank to the skies

For no longer were they dark with shadows and gloom

But my heart gave a skip as I danced back  on home

So when you next go and walk in the wood

Be sure to take note , that your intent is good

And you never know as you lean on a tree

Just when the Little Folk will let  you see..

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