Fragile Earth

Poem I wrote for a friend. Give me a topic, I give you a poem.


A man used to toil in the clean fields,
Using whatever he grew for his meals.
Perhaps this never completed cycle,
Would never have begun without denial.

Denial that we should never stop the search,
Never to stay while mysteries still lurk.
Better, faster, a life made easier,
Our forefathers wanted work to be levered.

While these dangerous advancements came,
The Earth itself was never lame.
It bounded back fast and strong,
Destruction unforeseen in the quiet song.

Moving plates of the Earth’s crust,
Causing fault lines as they must.
Earthquakes, volcanoes, hurricanes,
Men soon wanted to over reign.

Geology tore the Earth apart,
While men thought that it was a delicate start.
The Earth waded too far into revenge,
The bitter boiled to long to amend.

Now fate has rounded the wavy bend,
Soon lives will be lost like salt in sand.
Which one is against the other now?
Nature against human in sworn vow?

Loses seen from both sides,
Have we broken law we must abide?
Nature while destructing us,
Has lost its own in dangerous lust.

Who started this tirade?
That from each we start to raid.
Nature first gave us Life and abode,
But we found it lacking in bounty load.

We tapped and sapped from its source,
Till all is almost thought to be lost.
But was it Nature who started the hate?
By giving too little till too late?

Still, once done can not be undone,
As sure as the setting of the sun.
Fragile and weak we are now the enemy,
However we wish not, you and me.

Zephyr Tan a.k.a Annabel Tan