you can never stop the growth

you can never put life in glasses

it automatically come out by itself

and all the resistance crashes

The Prescription

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!

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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

and shake

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

Scientific Question

When the parts of the ecosystem

burst out their defined parameters,

will life go on and improve

or will it cease to exist?

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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

Of diamonds.

I see a fractured micro sphere. We are destroying Nature & breaking the stratosphere. We are letting our oxygen be depleted & robbing the ground of the rock the trees bury their roots into for stability. We have exposed the bedrock of the Creator & it is eroding. We are allowing our world to become unstable. What we have ruined we can never make totally who;e & many of the powers that be here on Earth will not listen. We have broken Nature & will have to pay the price for that.