LAST TREE STANDING

 

 

I face the wind.

Each day I wait.

Time passes.

I wait for the world to change.

People come and go.

I cringe at the sounds of trees falling.

The cries of animals dying.

Monstrous structures replace the rolling hills.

Fewer trees dot the landscape.

Dirty water fills the ocean, rivers, and lakes.

Mankind has marked the world

in irreversible ways.

Stop before it’s too late.

I refuse to be the last tree standing.

DISTANT MEMORIES

 

 

Why are we removed from nature?

The moon retreats.

The stars keep their distance.

Trees and grass hide from sight.

The ice caps recede daily.

Soon they will only be memories

Of better times lived in the past.

What will remain?

The destruction we have wrought.

THE LAST TREE

 

 

I face the wind

Each day I wait

As time passes

People come and go

Trees fall

Dying animals cry

Buildings replace rolling hills

Fewer trees dot the landscape

Polluted water fills the oceans

Mankind has made drastic changes

Stop before it’s too late

I refuse to be the last tree standing

PATH TO OUR OWN DESTRUCTION

Source:

 

 

Humanity has overgrown its boundaries.

Its reach has surpassed all expectations.

We are herded into buildings like cattle.

On subways, we are packed like sardines.

 

Mankind spreads to devour new areas,

To bring the world under its deadly reign.

Why not spoil the open spaces, we ask, 

until they resemble our version of hell?

 

The ocean bears our garbage and refuse,

While the horizon dims from the smog.

We puff on our cigars and cars

Until our sins are hidden by a smoke screen.

 

When will we say enough is enough?

It is time to replenish what we have taken.

It’s past time to rebuild and sow.

We must save the animals going extinct,

And feed our countrymen who live on the streets.

 

Will this happen in our lifetimes?

We know the answer to this question.

Unless something drastic is done,

we will continue on this path 

to our own destruction.

THE LAST TREE STANDING

I face the wind.
Each day I wait.
Time passes.
I wait for the world to change.
People come and go.
I hear sounds of trees falling
and cries of animals dying.
The rolling hills are replaced by buildings,
monstrous symbols to mankind.
Fewer trees dot...

 

 

I face the wind.

Each day I wait.

Time passes.

I wait for the world to change.

People come and go.

I hear sounds of trees falling

and cries of animals dying.

The rolling hills are replaced by buildings,

monstrous symbols to mankind.

Fewer trees dot the naked landscape.

Dirty water fills the lakes and ocean.

Mankind has changed the world

in irreversible ways.

Stop before it’s too late.

I refuse to be the last tree standing.

 

A ROOM WITH A VIEW

brutalgeneration:</p> <p>fragas do Eume III (by NOMMAD PHOTO)</p> <p>A ROOM WITH A VIEW<br /> A NICE VIEW TO WAKE UP TO EACH MORNING.<br /> FAR FROM BUILDINGS AND PEOPLE.<br /> TO BE ABLE TO BREATHE IN CLEAN AIR AND<br /> FEEL FRESH BREEZES AGAINST YOUR FACE.<br /> I BELIEVE I WOULD LIKE THAT.

brutalgeneration:

fragas do Eume III (by NOMMAD PHOTO)

A ROOM WITH A VIEW

A NICE VIEW TO WAKE UP TO EACH MORNING.

FAR FROM BUILDINGS AND PEOPLE.

TO BE ABLE TO BREATHE IN CLEAN AIR AND

FEEL FRESH BREEZES AGAINST YOUR FACE.

I BELIEVE I WOULD LIKE THAT.