I Write Poetry

Trudging through the once grand palace of concrete,
vines Sprouting this way and that
Cracks in the aged stone hiding the so called magnificence of this once great land
This civilization bit the dust
Thinking of a time where we lived only on the land,
Greenery surrounding us,
Only can we read in books.
For it is no more
We tried to shut it out
And now it behind to overtake
Like the vines cracking through the concrete ruins.
Let us embrace this!
Not shut it out
It is who we are..
Let us be at peace, like the monk, one with his surroundings
All the technology in the world means nothing...
If we sell ourselves out to attain it
Slowly the wilderness takes back over..
Until the ruins of concrete are no more,
Than sand and dust which crack and crumble beneath our feet
Waterfalls gush into ponds and lakes
As fish swim excitedly
Animals and humans living together
In our home, that is the wilderness
We are at peace again...
We are one..