Breach of Trust
I walked along the Earth’s path, in her dire aftermath,
Looking for friends to hold and hear.
Of the suffering I see, I’ll give to the trees
At this spiritual time of the year.
Don’t you remember the cold in November
When the bluebird would no longer sing?
Though the wind was so chill it dared not stand still
Nor provide us with warm thermal springs.
The fog can be thick with her conjuring tricks
That play with the things we see.
Be aware of the swirls that look like a pearl
They can land you on your knees.
I wish you could hear the brave Eagle’s new fear
As she soars above me so high.
Her plight is unreal, we can no longer conceal
The destruction of her beautiful blue sky.
But what should we do if we dare tell the truth
about how we got right where we are?
We treat her world with disdain and dare to complain
About the cost of the fuel for our cars.
So take just a minute to truly admit it
The harm we have caused is unjust.
It’s the only real way to step up and say
That we acknowledge our breach of trust.