Long ago in a distant land under your feet
You were not there.
A different people trod the ground
Not yet scrapped away
Or littered with poisonous by-products
Washed out of the air by the rain.
The chemicals put there on purpose were not inserted
To kill what progress didn’t want.
The big hills covering garbage had not yet piled up
And the mountains, dismantled to gouge out useful items,
Were still there with trees and streams
And trails made by animals
Going about their daily habits.
The people there thanked the animals,
The air, earth, and water for all the things they provided
Because they knew that the circle of life does not stop,
The things that we lost and no longer remember,
The things we are losing and forgetting
Are pieces of us.
They knew some things lost cannot be recovered
And they knew we only have so much time.
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