Environment Poems - Page 2

My child, sit by my side,
have a look outside.
What do you see?

The sun and the sands,
the winds and the waves,
the grass and the trees;

They are our responsibility,
yet we have lost the ability
to maintain the beauty bestowed before us.

This magnificent land is ours,
yet we fail to find the hour
to stop and realize the condition we have left it in.

My child, sit by my side,
have a look outside.
What can you say?

I can only pray
that there be a day
where you can gaze upon the bluest of skies just as I once did;

Where you can experience vitality
from this grim reality
that we have turned our land into;

Where the scent of the meadows
suppress the sorrows
that we've sown on our own soil.

My child, sit by my side,
have a look outside.
What must we do?

Restoration is due;
return earth to its true
colors and vibrance and beauty and grace.

Evoke the natural ways,
bring back the breathable days
when the air was pure and fresh and crisp and clear.

It's time to embrace
positive change,
to shatter the pattern
and break the cyclical destruction
of a home undeniably, unquestionably, irreplaceable.

And I know that we are able
to achieve the sustainable
and throw away the days where disposables were our disabilities.

There is no anonymity.
With one collective identity,
we are all accountable
to this sizeable responsibility

So my child, I tell you,
let the rivers flow,
let the flowers grow,
let the people know,
that the earth needs its glow.

It's an awakening
my child, are you listening?
Beyond that window
is a tomorrow full of opportunity,
and today, we must march in unity
because that is what it takes to rebuild this land.

It's at the palm of our hands
and it's time to take the ultimate stand
for a creation so magnificent.
This world is at war, yet again, the victims are the innocent;
There is no moment to be indifferent.
This land needs to heal, we need not be the impediment
And one thing is evident:
My child, we need our future
But it needs us to be present.

Earth is a beautiful place,
a place we live every day.
We should have the grace
to make sure it doesn't go away.

Climate change is a problem we face,
and it's something we should not forget.
Our world is changing in a fast pace,
and a solution to this we have to get.

Endangered species are becoming extinct.
Temperatures are rising every day.
Rivers are becoming desert valleys,
but this shouldn't lead us into dismay.

The ice caps are melting down,
causing sea levels to get higher.
Precipitation patterns are changing,
and it's making the deserts drier.

God gave us this sacred place,
and we cannot take it for granted.
One day we will run out of space,
and the Earth we know will cease to exist.

Nature paints the waters blue and the mountains green,
As the music of swaying trees and roaming beasts reign.
Touching human hearts in breathtakingly amazing scenes.
Under the blue sky, God's unconditional love is evidently seen.
Rivers of teeming fish, lands of abundant fruits and grains, 
Engulfed by a pair of Mother Earth's caring hands, our haven.   

Storms, quakes, climate change and other ecological villains,
Pilfered and plundered the nature's wealth and magnificence.
Envious hearts and ambitious minds have also brought change,
Afflicting Mother Earth in every technological advancement. 
Keep an eye; take heed that something is wrong with our planet,
Start with a promise to care for Mother Earth before it's too late!

The timbered giants stand oh-so tall,
and that makes me feel so very, very small.

Their shadows dance from winds that blow.
In earthly ground is where they grow.

The sun shines down upon these trees,
and with water from ground they grow their leaves.

They're richly dressed as king and queen,
while clothed in leaves of emerald green.

They are many trees of a different kind:
some oak, some maple, some walnut, some are pine.

Once there were many in forest wide,
but now there are less that which abide.

These wooden giants in forest be,
seems man can't see the forest for the trees.

The temperature is fluctuating,
She could feel.
The scars are intensifying
and so is Her incapability to heal.

To rejuvenate feels tiresome
as they exploit Her to the maximum
While they prosper
And leave Her struggling
With bare minimum.

The wide, abundant ocean,
Which hides an assortment of things exotic,
Is now trashed with wastes, causing commotion
Among those aquatic.

The smog clings to Her,
Leading to her ineludible destruction.
Despite this, She strains
For the survival of every human.

The chemicals cut through Her core
Like knives.
How is life supposed to carry on
When they rage war against
What keeps them alive
And helps them thrive?

Seeing Her own people demolish
And disfigure her features
Saddens Her with a grief enormous
But a flame courses through her,
Wanting recompense from these ungrateful creatures.

She lets the fire fuel Her
And unfurls it from within Her.
Settlements are razed to the ground
While they are compelled to flee their compound.

She thrashes Her arms around
Letting the sea out of its confines
And submerge the cities renown;
Death tolls and devastation make the headlines.

Dried up ground under their feet,
Blazing sun taunting with its heat.
Their eyes stare ahead
At the stumps that they once behead.

"Global warming," one says
"Sea level's rising," another follows
"So what's the solution?" others query.
Opinions put forth, agreements are signed,
Responsibilities for change are assigned.

But as the race for dominance arise
Responsibilities to environment are set aside
Resources are used to its fullest
Technology is upgraded to its best.

And so is pollution, as it prevails
More persistently
And environment derails
More consistently.

War against nature is a battle
Already lost.
The nature fights back with ire,
The cost
Of which would be dire.
Let's own up to our mistakes
And join hands 'cause higher are the stakes
When it involves precious lives in line.

The flickering sound only halts
With the clattering sound of rain
As my clock joins in the waltz
Falling on my window pane

The rain falls on 'til moonlight
When I am fast asleep
And the clock ticks all the night
With dreams I've kept and keep

The sound is something new to hear
As I never listen to my ear
I only listen to my eyes
And hear none of the thunder cries!

I close my eyes and I understand-
For the first time in my life
The rain joins in the fife!
My thoughts, joined by the clock hand

I am blind and I don't care
I'm breathing in my newfound air
For I see things not for what I'm seeing
But for everything they're being!

It's a place where things grow and prosper,
equally as bright as it is dark,
like a fiery horizon with its noble posture,
without an ending nor a start.

Through ages it has withstood,
constantly present as it hides,
always to be known but never understood.
Have people even tried?

And unbeknownst to prying eyes
is that which takes place under its vibrant canopy,
a whisper dwells in oaks and pines,
shrouded in mystery.

So when walking next to root and tree,
be wary of that which you cannot see;
beneath your feet the secret lies,
to that which lives and breathes and dies.

Oh, just look out the window already!
It takes a unique person to notice.
Most simply cannot see all the glory.
A Viewpoint changes when you adjust your focus.

The typical small things in life are missed -
A flower, blade of grass, the cotton-like clouds.
When you look around, you'll truly be blissed.
Praise nature, her beauty, sights and sounds!

Frequently we're careless human beings,
Caught destroying irreplaceable Earth.
We need to start saving, not deceiving,
Our home, our love, our place we've stayed from birth.

As I write this poem in desperation,
I demand future collaboration.