Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Reflections upon falling

A time to reflect is needed
So I wander into the depths
Of a pristine rainforest
In my mind
The echoes are of the past
So primal
I listen but hear only the water falling
A constant in a world chaotic
But seemingly peaceful
It is deadly
It is beautiful
Primal and without a single straight line
And I want to know
How soon before there is nothing left
But concrete and brick
Steel and glass
Computers and televisions
And humans
Because a planet without the wild
Is one that I do not wish to live upon