Is nature losing all thru our breeding.
Blacktop the favored seeing.
Things not the same as when we where kids.
Or does our age change the seeing.,
Here in my home beside my river, I see them changing.
Still holding there own but slowly losing.
Feeling helpless of what to do, or is nature waiting ?
The balence is long over do
In what form its takes to redress the wrong.
The acting is now, or will our time end.
Or will nature find a way of an ending..?
poem by greg