The Enchanting Air Dances A Whispering Tune

The Worried Leaf

Very still and quiet
I gaze concerned
at my yellowed
and sickly brother.

His sister next
is mottled too!
Tenaciously they hold,
waiting for
humanities view!

Slowly drooping,
I wonder why the land
shows no respect
of the human hand.

Are they blind
to the nuclear fare?
Don't they breathe
this choking air?

Maybe as we die,
our bodies to rake,
they will see the need
of nature and a wake.

Will our withered selves
find none to heed
as all of nature weeps
for a changing seed?

At the watered edge
the debris is clear,
as the fishy scream
is heard so near.

Hush sisters!
I hear you little one.
Please don't cry,
there's work to be done.

Yes brother,
some do care
and fight to save
the soiled air.

Hold on my friends
with all your might
and hope they see
their earthly plight!

soft`rain
June 1997

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