Man's Nature
Environmental Critique
From Peer Gynt's Morning Mood
And Debussy's Claire de Lune
The morning sun upon my back
And midnight's moonlit shadows lack.
The warmth of day, and chill of breeze
Bring pleasures mixed and to my knees
The chill of night and rhythmic seas
Remind me to ever be.
The sun, the moon, the breeze the sea
They were all created for me.
The road, the track, the path the gate
Man bade us nature hate.
Light and life doth nature bring
Of such things, my soul softly sings.
Industry shrouds the day and night
In ashy veils, a dreadful sight.
About the Creator
Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales
I started writing when I was about eight years old. I love to read and I also love to create. As a writer and an artist, I want to share the things that I have learned and experienced. Genres: Fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and history.
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