The seed was sown.
The crop has grown,
The sky above
rained down love.
The gifts from earth our nourishment,
But man wants more he is not content.
I looked up at the man-in-the–moon.
The dish has run away with the spoon.
Childhood changed to a memory.
All things pass I now can see.
We suffer if we grasp and cling,
to a fleeting impermanent thing.
We must let go and go with the flow.
To obey nature’s laws is the way to go.
We float along like the words of a song.
When we can see greed is wrong.
We have seen the earth from outer space,
a great achievement for the human race.
But we are taking all with glee.
From nature’s Christmas tree.
Nature is not a soft-touch,
We must not take too much.
Trees were cut down to build dams and power-stations,
Our intentions were good but there were ramifications.
Like a surgeon’s knife cuts for good.
Yet it must be understood,
The knife can kill if used the wrong way
And if we break nature’s laws we must pay.
We cannot stop the progress of man
But we must conserve wherever we can.
TV can be to educational and entertain,
But how it is used is against our grain.
Commerce saw it as a tool;
Man let money make him a fool.
Money is not the root of all evil;
That is causing the worlds upheaval.
The affluent buy for no good reason,
Whatever is fashionable this season?
A status symbol, nothing more,
They are not hungry like the poor.
When we have all we need,
Hording more is only greed.
To earn our money by honest means,
considering the welfare of other beings.
Working at something useful and good,
Is an honorable way to earn a livelihood.
The world is a garden to appreciate,
Let us enjoy now, not procrastinate.
To share in harmony what we earn,
with feeling of kindness and concern.
The earth the whole galaxy,
which stretches to eternity.
A balance of interdependent laws,
this the ignorant or foolish ignores.
All organisms must obey nature’s way.
Or prematurely rot and perish in decay.
This is nature’s impartial law,
to keep the balance and the score.
The crop has been well manured.
Now it has grown and matured.
The reaper is on his relentless way.
What price will our crop pay?
In the market place of life,
Man is forced to pay a price.
Will we sleep per chance to dream?
Perhaps to dwell in paradise,
as an angel would be nice.
Or will I compost in the ground,
for life’s second time around.
This is a question we can only speculate.
Take heed be kind before it is too late.
The sand in the hour-glass is running out.
Do not waste time, this is what it is all about.
Abide by the Golden Rule, do your personal best.
Make your ethical improvement your life’s quest.