Poetic Musing

Groves of tall trees were the first sacred temples
We have it all wrong
We sit inside buildings
We have glass panes to look at the trees through
So removed
We have little gadgets to keep us occupied
While empty eyed men and women drill holes in the Earth
Build pipelines to carry toxic sludge across pristine lands
While they cut down ancient rainforest
Forests that we love to talk about
We gather statistics about
We have large eyes
Large egos, so mangled, abusive
The pain of separation of nature
I feel vulnerable inside these buildings
Accepting my bipedal nature, so upright
My obligations, responsibilities
I find resistance
Emerging from years of habit and monotony
I commit to nonmonotony revolution