Soothing nature – Gueret, France, 2013 (Photo credit: romainverneuil.com)
The trends that beset us are only for a time
Slowly, gradually, growing
So widely that it is uncontrolled
After a time…where is the knowing
That once beheld us safely
Teaching, grasping, staid
The days are now moving hastily
Seemingly without a care
For what has ultimately been made
Straying, aloof, not there
Long is the summer full of rampage
Violent, hot, lascivious
Artificial air is my cage
Soothing, wanted, superfluous
A calming peace drives in through the night
Softly, straight, throughout
White becomes black and black becomes white
The addiction inevitably brings on the drought
Riches are worthless in an impoverished land
Selfishly, possessive, ungracious
Where none make the exchange from one to the other hand
Aiding, abetting, abolishing
The days are upon us
For the trends that beset us
To be malnourished, negated, done
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