word of the day - soothsay

the crystal ball
within forebode
the light, the storm,
the fire, the end

the beginning, the new
the world on the mend

what say you
my fantastic friend?

Our forebears warned
of such destruction
but we went on
with our construction

buildings tall
and taller yet
smoke so grey
so thick, so wet

the price we pay
for the easy way
higher than
our steepest tower

Earth's vengeance
a tenacious power

she and her
tall grass, voluminous
flowers
she will destroy us
and our
terrible towers

it's getting closer
we count the hours

many soothsay
they'll find a way
technology will
save the day

but i say she
is done with us
unless we lose
our power,
our lust,
our desire
to always
make such a fuss

back to earth
we must pray
look to her
for a better way

her sacred solace
she may bestow
for only
if
we truly know
our trash, abuse
world
destruction
ugly smoke
lack of hope

it must go

illicit use
of our
mother earth
will cause us
to live in dearth
and then
death

open your door
draw in  a breath
absorb the sun
revel in this
resplendent life
respect her
our mother Earth
feel her love
honor her worth