The earth will survive gloriously
for a long, long while.
It is people who are in question.
Why not play with words -
reaching, falling, learning,
turning, discarding, keeping,
calling, rhyming, searching,
barding, teaching, timing,
sighing, dying, crying -
to write about dire happenings
young poet?

The timely you ignore
while musing, attending trees,
dancing, caring to color
what is in your circle,
a circle so small, smaller
than an atom in it all.
While hate is near?
And you!  You would say
there is no hate.

If one writes of forests,
forests will grow stronger.
Paint kindness and beauty,
they extend farther and farther
each time they are sensed.
This poet will rarely write
of dire happenings.
The earth will gloriously live
forever, as will we,
in one form or another.