The sun was sinking below the sea,
reddening the thundering waves,
as they seek ever to wash away
the ever encroaching, life taking
human indifference to its might.
The orange tinted clouds breathed
in the scent of salt and green rich
trees that waved in the wind, and
lifted the souls of those who saw.
Streaks of black reached out across
striping the sky, and lovingly
the light dimmed and flowers
drooped their heads and wept for
the loss of Spring and Winter,
the lack of a life giving rest,
and the grief of seeing so few
of others survive this creation
of a kingdom blind to its glory.
Great goodness gone to greed,
darkling skies of shining stars,
hidden by the smoking smog
of the smoking, oil rich denials.