Surveying the destruction,
cutting a wide swath.
I'm thinking of larger things,
like the little moth.

All the debris is meaningless,
except in the larger view.
Most should not be there at all,
for nature will renew.

Insurance is a wonderful thing,
but should all bear the cost,
for the wasteful ways of some,
as though it were our loss?

Neighborliness is wonderful,
when people truly need.
But should we support stupidity,
and always lurking greed?

Some will always seek,
the leisure, lowland way.
But should we inhabit at all,
the realm of eco-sway?

I think not.
Some places,
are for the birds.

Boy competes with pelicans for food

Image Courtesy BBC


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