Taint

A lonely land bestows
Vital directions.
Amidst it’s many woes
Lie unseen inflections.

Fire on the mountain,
Smoke in the sky.
Pollution in the fountain
We all hydrate by.

Devilish claws devour
Trees, wildlife – all torn.
In Earth’s last hour
Who is left to mourn?

Behold the gentle light,
Reflections in the estuary.
Suck it in at night,
Squander for what is temporary.

While river running through
The lonely, lonely land -
Its forests drip with dew,
Never tainted by our progressive hand.