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you can never stop the growth
you can never put life in glasses
it automatically come out by itself
and all the resistance crashes
Earth, our home, a small little place in the vastness of space
Trillions of object fill this void, but we’re just one little speck
Our plant has been circling our Sun, near 5 Billion years
We think of our world as a fragile place, like a glass vase
But yet we abuse our land, we take, and do not replace
Over the years we have polluted, land, sea and air
That once beautiful vase, we call earth is now broken
Still we don’t change
In truth it’s not Earth that’s in danger, for it will survive
Look at it this way; we are not significant at all
In this great big universe, we are a wee bit small
In fact all are great accomplishments will someday be gone
But old Earth will carry on
For in the end we will destroy not the Earth, but Man
Once our greed takes over, blind are we to our own destruction
When we are gone, nature well cleanse this mess
What will be left of our fate, nature will write the prescription to clear up Earth’s infection!
Life is growing inside a sphere for over one hundred years
No one knows what it is like outside, there are no doors to make their escape
Then one day, there is a quake, the sphere topples, falls and breaks
Everyone inside begins to tremble
Not sure now what life holds but then a miracle the tree does grow, it doesn't die or fall down
A joyous shout is heard by passerbys life's shackles has just been denied
They continue to live and breath beneath the boughs of the solid tree
Free now from the confines of the sphere, their off down the pub to have a beer
When the parts of the ecosystem
burst out their defined parameters,
will life go on and improve
or will it cease to exist?
A tree-child grown in the peace.
Was too over-smothered under the hood.
But there is a moment of growing up in every child life.
When he has to overcome fear and pain to break the boundaries of his comfort zone.
And go out into the world with his own mission.
A small sphere and within a tree
But the tree is big and full of life
However the ecosystem has been broken
The inhabitants no longer call it home
Yet the tree stands tall still full of life
And will continue to grow and grow
So what may be broken can be mended
And what seems desolate will be filled
A tree in the circle of life
Break Me down
Broken. Alone. Fragments of my life fade,
My heart loses a beat, my love betrayed.
So quiet the forest, the life force destroyed,
My breath searches for oxygen only finding a void.
Break me down. Shatter the pieces, a forsaken truth,
In my pride, age caught me, I am no longer a youth.
Mesmerized by the rocky depths of a chill, ageless stream,
I cry. I want to breathe. I want to dream.
© Cynthia Clark
A broken globe has beauty
Until it dies...
Without roots we starve even on a sheet