Of Harmony

Pink sways slashed across darkening blue velvet skies,
Wondering who will stop to identify this vivid beauty.
Rushing man denying, cannot find time to embrace life,
The moon has no curative power for his ignorant mind.

Traumas dictate the formation of our lonely personas,
Amongst each other we search for a rescue, salvation.
True happiness can be found with the smile of a child,
Stopping to recognise God's presence in a mere flower.

Fading clouds slowly announcing the passage of time,
Life drifts away measured by a mechanical definition.
Momentarily our skin deteriorates as death approaches,
I attempt to comprehend the emotional value of money.

When did zest for live become a materialistic concept?
Do we believe ourselves superior to a mere white daisy?
If this song, I hear today, trivial as it is, makes me happy,
How can I believe that this forest does not affect my life?

Man arrogantly parades the earth stealing what isn't his,
Naming the land his because he has the ability of speech.
Who are you man? Only the inferior dream of superiority.
Powerful is he who lives harmoniously with God's gifts.

© Natalie M. Sarantos - 06/09/08 - 12.05am.