While soaring for wisdom

While soaring for wisdom

Up from low hanging fruit

I began to question

The need of my pursuit

A greater happiness

Deeper understanding

The failure to find it

Is just a crash landing

Walden Pond polluted

Walden Pond polluted

Leaves of Grass are browning

Greta growing grumpy

With good reason frowning

Iv'ry billed woodpecker

And twenty-two more

Species now extinct with

No future, just before

There are too many lost

There are too many lost

We must hold a counting

Find the shepherd in us

The numbers are mounting

The lifeboats embarking

Lifesavers will be thrown

We must try and rescue

The ones who are more prone

Real reality

Real reality

A star is just a star

Wishes wafting upwards

They never get that far

Youth, a lost possession 

But we find character 

Our words tended flowers

Our actions the nectar

September painted light

September painted light

Yellow and gold with white

The moon without its night

A witness to it all

Soft notes of a wind chime

As the day ends its climb

No sense of the true time

Not answering the call

Collapsing foundations

Collapsing foundations

Preparing for the worst

Facts being made fiction

Truth seekers being cursed

Stealing what's not stolen

A tragedy of fools

Someone lies, someone dies

The elephants are mules

Poetry like Christo

Poetry like Christo

Moments in a wrapping

Both intense and fleeting

The Raven is tapping

Present then nevermore

Now stories to be told

Words riveted into

A digest, a skirt fold