A Poem Inspired by Native American Indian Ruins
A Poem Inspired by Native American Indian Ruins
The top image of an Indian Ruin was taken in the Desert near Phoenix, Arizona. As you can see, even in the hottest summer weather, the desert has greenery growing, all of which has its own function including water and food. The bottom image is of a city with its hustle and bustle but has less plants than the desert. Imagine if every roof had trees and a garden?
Here’s the poem:
I gasp at the ruin of the land
A tear falls uncontrolled
Only to dissipate in the summer heat
My heart it aches
A sob escapes
It lands on the earth as a dirt devil
To spin its way,
Awake!
Notice! Look!
But such small signs are ignored
While Mother Earth stirs
From a troubled sleep
Oh Lady,
I still try
Although I no longer exist on this plane
ILIA
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