Looking down from the mountain
The lush valley below obscured,
Embraced by a sheet of ecru.
Stepping out for a breath of fresh air is a farce.
From below virtually unnoticeable,
Looking up all you can see is blue,
But the lungs know,
The eyes know,
The putrid smell gives it away.
How much more vivid would the sky be;
How much sweeter would the air be
Were it not for this festering cloud.
We are poisoned in the name of progress,
Bleeding the life blood from ourselves and our children.
So to leave the material as our legacy,
All the while destroying what is truly important
…Our planet.
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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