Have you ever contemplated why the human species sometimes does such destructive things? I have. In fact, I have, enough to write a poem about it. we're so inventive, creative, and resourceful, yet we still do so many things to the earth that let's us be so innovative. I've thought a lot about that earth, too. We need to make the conscience decision to appreciate and help it - I realize that writing poetry won't do that, but it will certainly enrich the lives of those who live here, and maybe inspire someone to make a change. I know poetry does that for me. So here you are, "Graceful is the Ocean" a poem from me to the environment.

Graceful is the Ocean

Graceful

Is the ocean

As it  twirls through endless waves

Gawky

Are the fisherman

As they tumble through rods, nets, and other toxic gear

Regal

Are the mountains

As they gaze upon the worlds below

Spiteful

Are the workers

Who fall through miles smokey building built upon the icy tops

Caring

Are the tree-tops

As they soar with birds and run with deer

Reckless

Are the Loggers

As they tear down leaf-green hopes from the sky whilst still with both feet firmly positioned in the soil, as if they were afraid they would walk away by the end of their work.