With our conditional sunshine, and smoke-filtered rain, we alter nature's colours and flush our future down the drain. See our choking oceans and there's no expanding ice we harvest shrinking forests beneath El Nino skies. Cars, cars and still more cars designed to feed our yearning no problems to the planet as they are catalytically burning. The fish are going, tigers too let's make haste to the moon for it will be our only refuge if we don't do something soon.
Tag: Fish
My Friend the River
From the wide mouth of the Estuary To the stream beyond the road Flow the waters of my river Muddy, salt and cold. A rebirth occurs twice daily Through all the seasons weeks With recharging of the Marshes And new filling of the creeks. Its spawned life along its banks With folk of special breeds Who learned to fish and farm there To provide for tribal needs There's constancy, which comforts And always lets me know That whatever happens in my world The river will ebb and flow.
As I See Things 