Nature's fall to materialism
Posted: Tue Jun 20, 2006 6:42 pm
Countless years ago, Men were young 1
Emerald flourished throughout the land
Of ancient trees from which birds sung,
With pebble paths of silken sand.
Time lingered with little effect 5
But Man cut wider needing his space,
Into the green he hacked and wrecked,
Clearing ground, laying trees to waste.
With axes strong and sharp he hewed
Himself enough space for to build 10
A citadel in no way crude
But forth from stronghold dwellings spilled….
In time solitary section stood
Quartered in parts of equal size.
Bloom for a season each part would 15
Salvaging nature’s cycle wise.
The spring quarter had trees entwined
With feet of fresh primrose flower,
Twittering birds on branches rhymed
Music of natural power. 20
But space was needed to construct
Important buildings for business
Necessity called to destruct
The spring part of wood picturesque.
So filled they with machinery 25
Strong and ruthless flattening down
Concrete cold for their company
Suffocating soil richly brown.
The summer quarter bloomed in might
Of warming petals light and gold 30
Growth and splendour were in full height
In this section of the wood old.
But as the season in full flow,
Radiant in its blossoming,
Was surrounded by concrete cold 35
Plant life was quenched until dying.
While it crept across summer ground,
Beating hard for better purpose
Forced were the earth and rubble bound,
Sprawling and quelling did Man’s curse. 40
Thus autumn and winter were left
Remaining part of wood unspoiled,
The harsh season of warmth bereft
Yet still their plants in the chill coiled.
The autumn quarter grew chestnut 45
Brown with many easing colours,
Wildlife drowsy in pleasant rut
Of interlinking with others.
Enchanting browns and greens about
Enshrouding remainder of trees 50
Nature harmonised in no doubt,
Connections in and out they weaved.
Like a plague, intrusion of rock
That poured from forgotten seasons
Under stone the earth to enlock 55
For profits and many reasons.
Stealing third section from process
Of nature and nature’s order
Greed and need for Man to possess,
Leaving with mercy one border. 60
Winter quarter stood alone chill
Silver sparkled in morning dew,
Time of year brought wild to standstill
Winter the end but itself new.
Crystal crafted to crisp fresh theme, 65
Withered the leaves scattered below
Roof of branches splitting light’s beam,
That rustle as gentle breeze blows.
But lo, such is the way of Man
Who delves deep for material, 70
Greed presses to take all he can
From earth’s creation bountiful.
Through peaceful forest did he plough
And needed segment to the last,
Cut and thrust he through bark and bough 75
Into mighty pile trees were cast.
But came they to one tree old
That outstood them sturdy and bold.
So proud it was, mercy had Man
Enough o let it stand its ground, 80
So carried on nature to ban
From grey town, so cut he around.
Its own borders did have this tree,
Enclosed for public eye to see.
Solitary in town stood it free, 85
Alone of nature’s company.
Spring came with its flowers yellow,
Which blossomed round the tree mellow.
The lark chirped over soil below
And the town left the tree alone. 90
Summer bloomed as did flowers gold,
Warm was its bark, gone was the cold.
Colour in leaves now did unfold,
Man at his business, time moved on.
Autumn came with refreshing breeze 95
Brown and bronze blending autumn ease
Swallows perched preparing to leave.
Man believed the tree was ageing
And in swept winter with cold cry,
The public watched the old tree die. 100
Pitiful was it for the tree
To die in such a way as this
So they felled it to stern stone ground
And burned it and nature away.
Emerald flourished throughout the land
Of ancient trees from which birds sung,
With pebble paths of silken sand.
Time lingered with little effect 5
But Man cut wider needing his space,
Into the green he hacked and wrecked,
Clearing ground, laying trees to waste.
With axes strong and sharp he hewed
Himself enough space for to build 10
A citadel in no way crude
But forth from stronghold dwellings spilled….
In time solitary section stood
Quartered in parts of equal size.
Bloom for a season each part would 15
Salvaging nature’s cycle wise.
The spring quarter had trees entwined
With feet of fresh primrose flower,
Twittering birds on branches rhymed
Music of natural power. 20
But space was needed to construct
Important buildings for business
Necessity called to destruct
The spring part of wood picturesque.
So filled they with machinery 25
Strong and ruthless flattening down
Concrete cold for their company
Suffocating soil richly brown.
The summer quarter bloomed in might
Of warming petals light and gold 30
Growth and splendour were in full height
In this section of the wood old.
But as the season in full flow,
Radiant in its blossoming,
Was surrounded by concrete cold 35
Plant life was quenched until dying.
While it crept across summer ground,
Beating hard for better purpose
Forced were the earth and rubble bound,
Sprawling and quelling did Man’s curse. 40
Thus autumn and winter were left
Remaining part of wood unspoiled,
The harsh season of warmth bereft
Yet still their plants in the chill coiled.
The autumn quarter grew chestnut 45
Brown with many easing colours,
Wildlife drowsy in pleasant rut
Of interlinking with others.
Enchanting browns and greens about
Enshrouding remainder of trees 50
Nature harmonised in no doubt,
Connections in and out they weaved.
Like a plague, intrusion of rock
That poured from forgotten seasons
Under stone the earth to enlock 55
For profits and many reasons.
Stealing third section from process
Of nature and nature’s order
Greed and need for Man to possess,
Leaving with mercy one border. 60
Winter quarter stood alone chill
Silver sparkled in morning dew,
Time of year brought wild to standstill
Winter the end but itself new.
Crystal crafted to crisp fresh theme, 65
Withered the leaves scattered below
Roof of branches splitting light’s beam,
That rustle as gentle breeze blows.
But lo, such is the way of Man
Who delves deep for material, 70
Greed presses to take all he can
From earth’s creation bountiful.
Through peaceful forest did he plough
And needed segment to the last,
Cut and thrust he through bark and bough 75
Into mighty pile trees were cast.
But came they to one tree old
That outstood them sturdy and bold.
So proud it was, mercy had Man
Enough o let it stand its ground, 80
So carried on nature to ban
From grey town, so cut he around.
Its own borders did have this tree,
Enclosed for public eye to see.
Solitary in town stood it free, 85
Alone of nature’s company.
Spring came with its flowers yellow,
Which blossomed round the tree mellow.
The lark chirped over soil below
And the town left the tree alone. 90
Summer bloomed as did flowers gold,
Warm was its bark, gone was the cold.
Colour in leaves now did unfold,
Man at his business, time moved on.
Autumn came with refreshing breeze 95
Brown and bronze blending autumn ease
Swallows perched preparing to leave.
Man believed the tree was ageing
And in swept winter with cold cry,
The public watched the old tree die. 100
Pitiful was it for the tree
To die in such a way as this
So they felled it to stern stone ground
And burned it and nature away.