Searching For Nature
Through ancient civilization's demise,
to modern culture, where nature is blind to our eyes,
Easter Islands' moai statues once trample the earth,
while contemporary society desperately needs a rebirth.
Once lost in a vast Pacific Ocean,
now found in some brave notion,
that our culture will sustain through innovation,
Yet disturbed footprints pollute parts of our renovation.
Ecological mortality and ideologies are a threat,
so we put blinders on in hopes that we do not regret.
The pillars once tall represent a culture's eternity,
only collapse through greed, envies, and loss of identity.
With our repeated mistakes, we do not tread lightly,
and as we disconnect from nature, she roars mightily.
Once harvesting traditions of abundant fruit,
has become a harvest of forest in which we loot.
The green of our nature is seen in the green of our dollars,
while we find oversimplified excuses, are believed to be squallers.
Yet all hope is in our hands,
despite our befouled tar sands.
As long as we reconnect with true culture,
through our communities and families sculpture.
We must remain conscious in our decisions to protect
nature, traditions, stories, and the values we respect.
With differential confidence we can succeed
at initiating a process in we need.
Through environmental awareness and active participation,
perhaps will transpire nature's reconciliation.
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