When man left nothing.

The rainbow dripped, colours fading,

trees withered once evergreen,

the sun hid refusing to shine,

gone were butterflies, bees flying,

the sounds of birds,their songs no more,

man stopped the drama of nature,

only the colour of money 

echoed greed on Mother's counter.

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

"Man stopped the drama of nature...Only the colour of money echoed greed on Mother's counter."-Masterpiece line! Love this poem- hate this situation that it so deftly and eloquently describes. Hopefully the vivid, beautiful imagery you capture so well will not soon be just memories. That will be the albatross we carry around our necks to our doom. Tears for London. Praise for your well- penned poem my friend!

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Annette for a lovely review:):)