Art & Poetry
by: Audrey McHugh
The silent sanctuary of Nature’s bloom,
speak psalms and proverbs yet unknown.
If acid rain were healed by prayer
restored as pure, from whence it came
above the mountain’s terraced tops.
But now pollution’s earthly shroud
forming ‘round a mortal cloud,
obscures the birth of extinction.
Soon the sacred soil of Spring,
odorous, a putrid thing, seeing
amber waves of glory groan,
and plastic waste clog ocean foam.
The beloved beasts that won’t be born,
will mock mankind, and mourn.
The loss of Eden once again,
the genesis of mortal men.
Will Adam stake his reclaimed home?
For Nature cannot stand alone.