Standing on the treadmill
Of this life line, passing by, sleep walking
With blinks of what we don't see flashlight
Half of what we see, that we see
To refuse to acknowledge
Travelling through space
Between reasons and understanding
In no man's land
I look up, into the heavens
And constantly I am made aware
In acknowledgement, how insignificant we are
For what we fight for, to own, to build
Dead men's blood poured on this soil
In battles fought long before, wasted
Forgotten limps and medals of honour
Stands, Colosseum, kings who ruled
And Rome fell; long, long before invaders entered
This artificial world we fight so hard to own
To trade friendship, to claim
More fragile than the natural world around
Rats, cockroaches and ants, wild grass
Constantly invading, pigeons and sea gull
Rains insult on it's very grand gesture
Constantly needing to be cared for
To keep from rotten, this world, this life
I breathe, the air that surround
And instantly I am made to appreciate
What mother nature has offered so freely
This world, this life opened landscape
I see mountains, forests, seas and valleys
This naturally world to have lived in
I give thanks, each day, each day I give thanks
beautiful!
ReplyDeletelove it,
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Great flow of history woven through the poetry.
ReplyDeleteconstantly I am made aware
ReplyDeleteIn acknowledgement, how insignificant we are
For what we fight for, to own , to build ...tru that man...
been a while since i have seen you...
And instantly I am made to appreciate
ReplyDeleteWhat mother nature has offered so freely ... so true...when i'm surrounded by nature, thankfulness sometimes just overwhelms me...so much beauty...
Nicely done expression of gratitude there at the end.
ReplyDeleteSuch ambition in this invocation... and a wonderful segue into thankfulness.
ReplyDeleteReally natural write thanks so much.
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