The Past and Now
The stones still hum where humans stood.
The forests sway, canopy plays - they should.
Man has hunted, planted; man has lived,
Upon this great realm, the path is sieved.
The past is carved on stone so bold;
the bones are buried in spaces cold.
The myth talks of giant skeletons hidden,
vast space where humans are forbidden.
Eyes closed, alternative years may appear,
not dead, not dust, but a faint whisper
calling us of times gone by, paths cast.
Eye in the sky, you are seed of all that’s past.
We leave our own paths for others to follow:
rubbish dumps, polluted seas, and all things hollow.
Remember, child of clay, we’re the seed of today.
We are followed; we will follow, till we learn to pray.
