Poems of Narad

Our Planet

I walked by barren trees the borers killed
And through forsaken fields where toxins spilled,
No hand was there for many a verdant spring
To bring earth back to fruitful blossoming.

The dogwood whitening the mountainside
Was gone, a casualty of anthracnose,
Diseases surging like a mighty tide,
Lay waste to the camellia and the rose.

The rivers ran polluted and the streams
No longer could support aquatic life
And all my childhood's memories and dreams
Lay dashed upon the barren soil of strife.

One feels a great malevolent force at play
With man the puppet readily to hand,
The blood of thousands spilled within a day
As clashing egos stride across the land.

Perhaps we will be visited by fire
Or earth erupt and swallow half the race
But there are those who shall escape the pyre,
Divine in human form assume their place

In the evolution of this whirling sphere,
From the great intent that brought this glory close,
One who often has descended here
From galaxies of light our planet chose.