Night sky burning, through man’s fire.
@the_wildwolf
Edison, Tesla, was this your true desire?
A world of light, through day and night.
Stealing away, our Mother’s true moonlight.
Pockets filled, by man draining her soul.
Setting a torch, to all her tree, oil, gas and coal.
Now forever scarred, through man’s torture.
Let not man’s fire…
not determine our Mother’s future!
Walking along in the winter’s evening, seeing all the shops closed and lit up! Everyone’s houses lit up! Closed tourist attractions lit up! Then the awareness hits. For there to be light, then something in the world needs to burn. It is then the fear and emotion for the world sets in.
I just wish for us all to take a moment to reflect. To appreciate the effect every bit of light has on our world. I’m trying to change my impact a little each day and try to only use what I need to, but I could still do more and that is on me.
This is a poem about the future…if we all tried to do just a little more, then I wonder how big the impact really would be. What could you change today to help try to save our Mother’s future?
