The Dying Jewel

One time, by the trees,

there lay a calm, clear pool.

Undisturbed, unaffected -

sheltering all in its rule.

There the air was crisp,

there the leaves bloomed.

There all lay in tranquil peace,

unaware that all was doomed.

One time, by the clouds,

there flew a flock of sparrows.

Unperturbed, unrestrained -

beside dusk, a blood-orange rose.

There the air was still,

there the sun shone.

There birds flew high in peace,

unaware they’d fly alone.

One time, in the ocean,

there swam a herd of whales.

Unrelenting, unprovoked -

swishing water with their tails.

There the water was fresh,

there the current was cool.

There the whales lived undersea,

unaware of their dying rule.

Yes, one time, sparrows flew,

one time, green trees grew.

And one time, long ago,

water was clear blue.

Let it be this way,

let us keep it this way,

let nature always gleam

and ever, forever lay

undisturbed, unaffected,

unperturbed, unrestrained,

ever living, ever blossoming,

ever beautiful to remain.

Let it stay this way,

for or else, the pool will never pour

and the sparrows shall never soar.

Green shall wilt and rise no more,

while oceans sway, blackened, by the shore.

Let it stay this way. Let it.

So that the beauties of nature

are never washed out

like a dimming, dying jewel.