An Admonition

The trees move backwards as I stand watching,

Marveling at the things that are beyond conceiving.

People are so satisfied with their petty little instruments,

They fail to give any appreciation to these natural monuments.

Bustling with life and moving with certainty,

But forgetting the purpose that has given life clarity.

The birds chirping and people chattering,

Giving the world a soulful music worth listening.

A well conceived idea of a beautiful world – a perfect seed,

Destroyed very simply by the rapacious human deeds.


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