Long after Mother Nature’s winds began to blow

Humanity arrived as her guest

Living in harmony, making our home

On this small globe of life.

Ancestral tribes looked to the sky, listened to the winds

Felt no compulsion to store

All was provided, time to search

Humanity integrated into the scene.

Almost insidiously the scales began to move

Mankind required the balance of power

Control was the jewel, the holy grail

To the exclusion of survival.

Depth of thinking was crucial

How to outwit the natural laws, the addiction

Unwittingly allows no recognition that

Erosion and destruction were companions.

Need for many becomes an antique

Yet is the catalyst of pursuance

Must store, must have, must rush

Where now is the harmony – the balance?

The scales have tipped almost to that point

Where turning back is not an option

Our legacy to the world and future generations

Is nothing but a question mark.

Now when Mother Nature’s winds begin to blow

We are reminded that the power is not ours

.Margaret Carruthers