Whispers of a Weary Willow

The sun beats down upon my leaves, 

My roots searching for water underneath the eaves, 

But the rain is scarce and the ground is dry, 

As the world around me starts to die.

I see the animals come and go, 

Searching for food, but with nothing to show. 

The birds have flown to lands afar, 

As I stand still, under the burning star.

The wind once whispered secrets to me, 

But now it roars, full of agony, 

The storms rage, with lightning bright, 

As the world around me struggles to fight.

I am a tree, a part of nature's plan, 

A symbol of life, of strength and span, 

But the world around me is changing fast, 

And my life, my home, is slipping past.

So I stand here, watching, waiting, 

Hoping that the world can start abating. 

The damage that has been done, 

Is worrying only some, but affecting everyone.

For we are all connected, by earth and sky, 

And as we hurt the planet, we too will die, 

But if we act, and if we try,

We can still save our home, before its loss makes us cry.

When The World Is Not Enough

When you outgrow the land you live on, the world will not be enough,

When you cut down the life in the green trees, the world will not be enough,

When nature will not be able to nurture, the world will not be enough,

When Earth shall breathe its last, the world will not be enough.

 

It won’t be enough as there would be no place to live,

It won’t be enough as there would be no O2 to give,

It won’t be enough as there would be no food to live

As Earth will finally have no life to give.

Food for Thought

 

• Someone leaves somebody behind, someone else falls behind someone; There is so much going on “The Road” at any time, there is hardly anytime for anything else.
  

• Life is an Iterative Redundancy – At a point in the past I was non-existent and so I would become at a point in the future. The world was as such when I was not there and none shall it change when I would not be once again. All whom I know were at once never present and whom I will come to know shall indeed one day vanish. Oh! Why are we born, what for, to accomplish what? When our presence is a moments notion and then to oblivion it shall vanish. 
  

• Why are we bitter? why are we callous? why are we humans? and where is the humanity? Why can we not care or show some compassion? We go on to be selfish and do what we want, even if it means to throw at someone else a curse. 
  

• Be a fool and ask questions rather than act smart and remain aloof because every doubt cleared is a piece of knowledge gained and each act of over smartness pushes you towards ignorance.