I’ve walked beside the creek
when the water was alive
and heard the rapids speak
of their struggle to survive
the folly of ambitious fools
who seek to dam them into pools
and damn them with their rules.
“Relax” I tell the frenzied froth
“You’ll still be here tomorrow
arrogant degrees of sloth
will soon turn into sorrow
unlike your fluid grace,
to eliminate this race
without a trace.”
2 comments:
Beautiful sentiment as always. I feel lucky to live where there is less progress taking place!
I wouldn't exactly call it progress ;)
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