Eulogy for a Wheelbarrow
She sat, as always, in her natural beauty
With alluring gems and minerals to offer
A grand scene beyond a painter’s brush.
Her mountains caress the blue from the sky
And her playful winds send the galloping clouds.
While brooks and streams turn rivers into channels
Of life and more - flowing to the seas.
Then enterprise found Nature as a prize
Sitting to be taken and settled to mine
Away her wealth and her beauty for the sin
Of wealth beyond survival and for ambition.
Alas, they were careless and lost paradise,
Leaving strewn a wheelbarrow; abandoned dreams.
For the quest of beast and all nature – it is lost.
(Photo by Julie Munroe)
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