Balance, or Bust
Thrown stones shatter mirror-lakes
scatter skies to seismic quakes:
reflections of our disregard
to damage, disarrange, discard
where timeless paragons survived
until we raided and contrived
polluting where the pure once flowed
without concern what could corrode
those meadows, streams, this open air
the creatures, trees, and all that's fair.
When waters still
and tremors rest
in atmospheres no more possessed
and hurtled stones erode to dust
have we balanced?
Did we bust?
Balance, or Bust © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.
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Balance / conservation / reducing environmental impacts to zero challenge prompt - link:
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Submitted: May 24, 2020