Amidst The Sands of Time
Poised like an ocean; deep and infinite,
Sometimes calm, at times tempestuous.
But with whatever happens on the surface,
I do have a serious qualm.
Ripples and waves that arise and subside,
Are all signs that there’s life existing down inside.
My mere existence;
Encompassing the land,
Clouds and atmosphere above,
Which in turn return in grateful tears of love.
My heart hollow, soul vacant,
Plagued by parasites; burning with sorrow.
Once in a while,
I shrug my shoulders.
Storms. Disturbances. Earthquakes.
Are merely reactions to all the inhabitants of the land.
Who with their ignorance and greed,
Are plundering everything by their hand.
Not meaning to do anybody any harm,
I have to get the message across; sound the alarm.
I don’t feel generous or mean,
Or for that matter anything extreme.
My mind is at peace,
My thoughts are at ease.
But them Humans;
Will no longer be allowed to reside.
Determined to chase them from my Eden,
With inky darkness, I will paint my picture.
As I focus far ahead into oblivion,
They can never say they weren’t warned.
Trying to maintain my sanity,
Today I, Nature;
An ever unravelling mystery.
Am caught in a dilemma,
One of the most difficult conundrums.
Whether to distance myself from humans,
Ushering in an apocalypse,
Or to give them a second chance.
My silent presence giving them company,
Amidst the sands of time.