Colin F. Jones

BEYOND

Beyond, the forest and its trees,
where live the birds and creatures small,
where rain with plant life still agrees,
where nature rules still over all.
I oft in peace spend time alone
to think of life as would a boy,
why all these seeds were really sown,
why man doth seek to destroy.
Why all our ways are filled with greed
and all our freedoms are so fake;
why we pollute our own good seeds,
Why we repeat, repeat the same mistake.
I’m left to marvel at the trees,
where man’s pollution disagrees.