Wings of Beauty

From the first light of the dawn

To the deepest shadows of the twilight

Thou, creature who climbed mountains spreading thy love,

Gazed the beauty of this ground that nurtured thy frame

Hearken the hoot of the owl,

Smile at the moon and the sun,

Perceive heaven in the eyes of thy child,

Whistle in the wind blowing on thou

But when the spears of the stars flicker on Earth,

When the spectre of a dark future fulfills,

When thy imagination is shrouded in a cloud,

Watch the desolation of thy legacy

Cruel, selfish, shameless, thou art.

To what distant sky flew the respect of thy land?

Thou destroyed the forests

Ransacked the oceans

Destroyed so much biodiversity

And yet still desire more from thy ground

Remember that, as thy life,

As the firefly that glows when thou need hope,

As the tree in thy garden thy ancestors grew

Thy land is neither eternal nor invulnerable.

In a land that blessed the rain down in Africa

In a land that supported thy kind well prior to thy birthing

Medidate in the forests of this frosten night

Shall thy lamb see the flaw of thy virtue?