Weeds and Wandering

I am wandering in the forest

Looking at the same trees I’ve seen all my life that have stood tall and dependable.

Seeing the brown, red, and blue birds chirping their cheerful songs.

Feeling the grass beneath my dirty feet sticking to my skin.

I wander in this forest and walk on the old path 

That was laid before me by my ancestors.

But as I walk in this forest

the trees are now burning.

The birds are being hunted.

The grass is choked by the weeds.

And the path that my ancestors walked fades.

I can no longer see where I am going, where I came from.

I am lost in a desolate land with ancestors, no trees, no birds, no grass.

I look at myself and see only the hunter, shooting, burning, and dreaming dreams of weeds and wandering.

 

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

I really like the theme of modernity's affect on a world that's truly ancient. One could think us a different species entirely today given the dramatic changes in human behavior over the tens of thousand's of years... some of it good some of it bad, some of it within our control some far beyond it. It's not always easy to be a human but it's almost always worth the effort to do so in concert with nature instead of in spite of it. Well done.