POEM to the EARTH

 Earth2

i have sought to love you

unworthy that i am

 

i have sat in the tall grass

looking out over water

watching a setting sun

 

and i have sought to love you

unworthy that i am

 

i have walked poetic the meadow

a red tailed hawk circled above

 

i have traveled the narrow quiet path

through evergreen woods

and followed the watercourse

of waterfalls

 

and i have sought to love you

unworthy that i am

 

when my time comes

to say good-by

let it be a lover’s farewell

 

my heart rains tears

over those who harm you

many walk here who are careless

many are arrogant too

 

when my time comes

to say good-by

let it be a lover’s farewell

 

i shall give all that i am

to the wonderment of life

 

and i have sought to love

to love you, Sacred Earth

unworthy that i am

David Sparenberg is a world citizen, environmental & peace advocate & activist, actor, poet-playwright, storyteller, teacher and author.


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