Poetry. Landscape Falls by R A Lovelace. Enjoy this amazing poem and your spring day. Art is Everywhere, Yareah Magazine friends!
Landscape falls from darkest skies
its beauty lost to all with eyes
the shriveled form thats view is hidden
is not trusted among the living.
No rain, no light, no form of life
hell on earth is what is rife
the blind that see are not forgiven
the end of all that once was living.
Young ones grow without the view
or sight of life that was once new
the seas are empty the land is dead
and new life hangs by a thin thread.
Escape is sought to open eyes
what no one knows is great surprise
that slowly ending, their homes most gone
the fear they lived with for so long.
It’s coming true before closed eyes
the ones that see are not surprised
no action taken is on time
no hearing ears make out the whine.
Future is as past dictates
learning more can’t be to late
it makes no difference if you believe
the crisis looms, will be the fate.
Praying, crying, screaming madly
won’t change the outcome not greeted gladly
then life will end but leave some trace
and denounce the human race.
Then all can see what we have done
the foolishness of our short run
we saw! we watched! as we destroyed
our home, our life, our futures core.
Straight to loss of loving thing
that kept us dazed unable to bring
and since we bury heads in sand
living life left, forgot our plan.
Then there was quiet, the One spoke out
created new with just a shout
if we were there we would have seen
instead we chose to end our dream.