Savage Summer Solace

I roam around these lush lands,

Seeking for something bereaved,

Of wilderness and the nature's touch,

And the unnatural serenity of the hunters path.

I roam around these lush lands,

Hoping to fulfill what once was,

Of the dreams of a little boy,

Running through the lands in joyous harmony.

I roam around these lush lands,

Humming to a tune so foriegn,

Of the land before times of sorrow,

And the time of the wild wild nature.

I roam around these lush lands,

Seeking to find the lost fauna,

Of animals and plants going extinct,

Kneeling in penance to my future kin.

I roam around these lush lands,

The distant future but a hopeful thought,

Of children playing and discovering something anew,

For we are but mother natures fledglings.

I roam around these lush lands,

Planting seedlings everyday with hope,

Of nature's might to bloom once more,

To see Gaia's true beauty once more.

A Tempest Of Sorts

Wind of the solitude,

Streamed for a breeze,

The calm bequeaths me,

As I envision the storm.

There lying before me,

A child yells for his mother,

As people huddle,

For they have lost their sole will.

It has struck fast,

A tempest of sorts,

Taking away our land,

And away our very brethren.

Breeze after breeze,

Hitting harder as time passes on,

Oh! please stop my Lord,

For we cannot move on.

Into the eye of the storm,

I hear wails on and on,

As I see people getting flung around,

Oh my! What is this state we are on?

Oh! Ravicious wind please smooth on,

Please forgive us if we have done wrong,

Leave for the far away,

As it is hard for us to leave all.

Trashing our ancestral land,

We cannot tread on,

Because connected are we with this fine land,

That has given us our own.

As time passed on,

And the dust swept by,

I then saw what was left behind,

Heaps of bodies mistaken as trash,

Thrown askew in despairs form.

Ah! This is not the dream I envision,

For in my sight and my vision,

I see a future of peace,

Not drugged with misery.

But alas! Man doth art know thy mistakes,

The path thy treaded on,

Briddled with mistakes and further storms,

Being unable to conquer all.

Try to unite as one,

Cultivate this harmonious symphony,

Be one with nature's form,

For then you would hear this heart's beat.

For then you would hear the nature's beat,

That has skipped through generations,

To be one with those destined,

With a green thumb and a beauty of a mind,

To be one with those destined,

To save what is left of a crumbling heart.

Glider

My heart leaps when I behold,

These mountains laying far and untold,

Come have I to glide over the sky,

but still have I a little fear to fly.

Practiced for this moment have I everyday,

Come here have I this very May,

When the flowers blossom and the trees whisper,

the wind a silent tune and the birds twitter,

Eyes of mine are full of tears,

For I have to lose all of my little fears.

My heart leaps when I behold,

These mountains laying far and untold.

It is time to glide over the sky,

It is time for me to fly.

Heartfelt

The shifting gazes,
A mocking look,
Gale of the unknown,
As he traversed the creek.

Footpaths thought long lost,
Into the familiar he traveled,
One foot at a time,
Anticipation as his beat.

A house at a distance blurred,
As his eyes gave out,
Tears roll down his face,
His feet refusing to give.

Hope and confusion in the eyes,
Onwards he looks,
A  mother and child reflected,
Kindled in his soul of truth.

The handle turns,
As the light falls,
A woman is seen,
Sewing sweater in a corner.

'Mother' the man croaks,
His sound lost to the creek,
As if like a gurgling stream,
All that came was a quaking voice.

A head turns abrupt,
Shock reflected in the eyes,
A man at the doorstep,
Blurred due to the incoming light.

She saw a face once thought  lost,
Tears dealing rich,
One step at a time she took,
Hoping the Mirage was real.

She ran towards her son,
Holding her baby in her arms,
Hands running all through,
Looking at her child.

Words were naught as she looked,
Onto the war torned body of her son,
Scars criss crossed his body,
Revealing a tale of valor.

The mother and son stood at the doorway,
As twin stars in the celestial sky,
The morning mist seemed to creep in,
As they looked onwards at each other,

A true smile dawned on their faces,
Smiles reflected through the eyes,
Their life renewed with hope,
As their soul harbored at home.

Stranded

On this bereft island am I stranded,
Unknown the path that led home,
The very home I despised once,
For the kraken had destroyed its shore.

Home sweet home you would think,
But my home far beyond here,
Waged war with the nature,
Slowly eroding it's very grace.

Said to be once a land of promise,
Of beauty and wisdom,
Of flourishing plants and animals,
And a relished beauty within.

Gracious was the joy,
Of every one in a bliss,
Until the dark shadows loomed above,
And the beast lurking within made its move.

Oh! The rising tides and the cracking grounds,
The puffing monster's of magma,
The sliding earth and the shots of lightning,
And the rising drought for the growth.

My very home was to be doomed,
But action in course was taken,
To make survive of what was left,
A battle soon ensued.

As if lamenting for the loss,
The people tried to make peace,
With the nature that it once thought lightly,
Which now lashed with fury.

Feeling sorry for the past,
Where once did people foresee such a future,
And warn with a cry for action,
For which an answer failed for reaction.

Oh! Well this very shadowed past,
Is full of sorrow,
But hope is a clue,
That I am clinging to.

Standing in this bereft island,
Of plastic and metal,
Feeling for the last nutrients of my land,
We travel to the future.

To the future,
That may hold a healthy land,
A healthy planet,
That we may hope to conserve.