An Ode on Extinction

Are we destroying ourselves?

An Ode on Extinction

A fire burns in the ancient forest ~
Smoke floats to heaven
Choking the gods,
Bringing tears to their eyes and
Echoes of voices which will
never be heard again;

Waves crash on long-forgotten shores ~
Filth-laden spray
Carrying slow death,
Silencing creatures of the deep and
Glimmers of mystery which will
never be seen again;

I am the wind sighing
through leafy treetops
where my children sing,

I am the river running
through forgotten canyons
where my ancient ancestors dwelled,

I am the voice of the voiceless ~
Hear my cry!
Whispers of sorrow
float on the winds of the world,
Ten thousand hearts cry for
shades of beauty
which will never be seen again.

Sage Lucinda BugBug Milliken
August 2003
Catuary by the Sea