December’s Wildlife Poem

Hope Is Still Alive By Emile Pinet

The moon still circles the earth,

and the tidal-flows never cease.

Yet, as wildlife diminishes,

Man’s anxieties increase.

 

The sky’s still robin egg blue,

and honey tastes just as sweet.

Yet our cities are dirty,

and garbage litters the street.

 

Flowers still grow gorgeous blooms,

and the rains bring us water.

Yet the bulk of animals,

are pets or those we slaughter.

 

The sun still rises and sets,

and the seasons come and go.

Yet where is all the wildlife,

our children will never know?

 

Hope is still alive within

the trusting eyes of a child.

And yet once neutered and tamed,

can their world ever be wild?

Copyright 2015 Emile Prinet