Every day the clock ticks on,
Around us the moon, while we round the sun.
First Winter then Spring then Summer then Fall,
Through all time ticks on, disregarding us all.
Machines and gadgets that progress has brought
Fill homes and lives and contaminate thought.
It’s not progress for the Earth, our Mother,
Miraculous Nature whose gifts we plunder.
But She is resilient and could be returned
To Her former glory if lessons are learned.
If we could tread lightly, be gentle and kind,
The damage we’ve done might reverse and rewind.