Earthly Violation

I stand alone upon an emerald hill
where my soul fills with remorse at what I see stretching before me.
The ancient trees cry out as the blistering winds blow through.
Desiccated leaves drift upon the breeze
as they slowly snake their way to the frozen floor.
The raven screams out his call as he streaks through the icy air.
I raise my head as relief floods through. His reassuring presence I do seek.
He wafts down to perch upon my shoulder and
together we stand to watch the violation of Creator’s work of art
Tears begin to flow as I observe yet another tree fall under the callous hand of man.
These salty tears congeal as the bitter wind slaps my face.
As if to say, “Why have you let this be the way”?
Raven ruffles his feathers and pecks at my shoulder in silent comfort.
For all things great and small, man has torn asunder what was once their abode.
I lift up my hands beseechingly to the Great Spirit.
“Let this come to an end”! I cry out with all my heart.
“Return this land to its former beauty”.
“Transform mankind to a people of purest purity and give back to earth, the exquisiteness she once boasted”.
Rasping silence is my only answer.
We have initiated the gravest of mutilations.
So it is we who must restore it.