By Randy Moore
Earth day rising
In the eastern sky
Living green hopes
For open parks
On concrete walks
Fresh days-n-ways
Across timber bridges
To the inner country
Blue birds trusting
Whistling early hours
Skimming tall trees
Into fresh cut yards
Free flight does exalt
Cheers for wildness
To quiet places near
On breath and blade
Picture lotus petals
Bursting from muck
Baring beauty secrets
Or red mangroves
Spreading prop roots
In the waters edge
Like a flowing gown
Hiding critters in brine
In elegant ways
Earth day everyday
For flora and fauna
Humans need memos
Yellow post-it notes
Throw away things
A poor king’s ransom
Begs for balance
And common sense
Forever eco-bags
With logos a plenty
Living lonely lives
In precious cars
Hidden in trunks
Sauntering tardy
Into sacred stores
To carry food home
Ever building
Smart castles anew
Sus-tain-a-bil-ity
Echoes in forests
Of enduring hyphens
The plight of English
Broken and spoken
Louder than silence
Earth day rising
In the eastern sky
High cost of green
A banker’s delight
Yet less is more
Like a single star
Or peerless candle
In the darkest night
Solar, wind and water
Perhaps too free
For markets-n-margins
Back to the future
Dreaming of stations
Higher than clouds
Harvesting sunshine
For a bountiful fee
Shaking the tyranny
Burdens every age
Trinkets for nobles
Sweet crude wine
Gold painted goblets
On silver platters
Thirsty for grandeur
Asleep to the good
The fire of change
Too brazen for life
Inside glass towers
Atop purple spires
Rising and striving
Empire privileges
A hawk is nobler
And truer to calling
Earth day rising
In the eastern sky
More stuff to buy
Green washing
Questions why
Can going green
Endure earning green
Godly over everything
Lord of consumption
Trampled by footprints
A counter diction
To majesty profit dear
Wise to remember
Ideas humans fear
Make sea turtles yawn
Blind to their demise
Unseen by covered eyes
Earth happy songs
Such simple tunes
Polite congregations
Glued in maple pews
Lured by hymns of duty
And tattered promises
On torn gray pages
Of empty acres
Retreating glaciers
Melting brown valleys
And drowning islands
Yet denial persists
Deluge of silliness
Scholars will marvel
At the icy denseness
After the age of rush
Is buried in landfills
Century past tomorrow
Silent spring awakens
A summer of resolution
Will the children’s children
Know mysteries of nature
Or will birds and bees
Be frozen in time
Uncertain verdict
No sovereign clue
Today is all we have
To ponder connections
To life and each other
I think I’ll go for a walk
And sit near a tree
Join me
Randy owns Triple 3 Marketing. He’s a long term advocate for positive change, having owned community magazines since 1999. Randy sold Positive Change Media in April 2009 and took a year off before launching Triple 3 Marketing. In addition to helping business owners, he also provides private coaching. Randy has a masters degree in communication arts from the University of Wisconsin at Madison where he studied persuasion and attitude change. Contact Randy at randy@triple3marketing.com.