Recycled World

Sunset softly
Behind the sky
Casting inward
Pondering now
Holding the key
Wondering why
Looking upward
Remember how
Sprinkling rain
Bitterly cold
Blistering heat
What do we know?            What’s there to know
Earthlings told                    The Earth is old
Nature has strain                 Nature has pain
A tearing sheet
Beginning to show
Destroying world
We must not wait

Idea March 15 April 16 / 23 /26, 28
Mind Reading see Poem # 36