Once – a poem

Once

 

Once the land lived.

It hummed

With a trilling of wings.

A rustle of green leaves

And the thud of many hooves.

 

Now it is only the wind

That hums

And rustles brown leaves

And the only thud

Is that of tree trunks.

 

Opher 1.5.2019

 

 

I truly despair at the massive destruction we are causing all over the world as we casually cut down the rainforests for profit.

Places so full of life are reduced to deserts.