I don’t think we’re supposed to be here.

This place has turned into shambles.

We’ve done unforgiveable things.

For example,

We took the plants and trees from the ground

And engineered a new size

We changed the color of flower’s petals

More fitting for human eyes.

What damage have we done

What lines have been crossed

How ungrateful must we be

To so boastfully emboss.

And now we’re crying,

“Oh! The seas!”

And now we’re worried,

“What about the bees!”

Well, what about them?

Is their honey not so sweet?

Are you scared there isn’t enough

Milk in the cows or fat to eat?

This is not the way to sustain life.

The grounds tremble with mental breakdowns

And the skies have temper tantrums

The statues carved from stone

Can’t withstand the unsettling spasms.

So we cower inside houses made of wood

Filled with decorations of gaudiness

That were once alive and once good.

We cling to our madness like moss to a tree.

But we don’t face north,

For it’s our faults we refuse to see.

We hate being told and we hate to change

Lest that change brings profit.

Money is always worth a little disgrace.

Has anyone ever considered

The way that blood soaked soil

Might’ve set the crops off course

And the food we ate caused our hearts to spoil?

Have you considered the rivers to be filled

Or lakes and creeks to be supplied

By tears or sweat, some mixture of the two

From Mother who watched as her creation died?

Don’t rush to be sad or angry or indifferent.

There is plenty to be happy for.

The sun still sets and the waves still crash.

The gulls still fly off the shore.

The mountains still sing and the plains are flat.

And you are still breathing.

How about that?

Have you considered despite all that is wrong,

The irreversible, the inevitable, the immoral

That there might be something unseen,

The intangible, the unexplained, the ethereal?

I don’t think we’re supposed to be here.

We are not meant to stay.

Perhaps what we’ve been given is just that,

A gift to use ’til we go on about our way.