Sacred Poetry

Spring Melancholy


The sun glows from a bright blue sky
Drying blossoms, wondering why?
withering branches, where moments ago
an ancient tree bloomed; a maginificent show.
Now, the sap of life oozes like blood
from fresh wounds, where the tree was cut.
Who can cut an old tree in full bloom?
Who confuses beauty with doom?
Who‘s mind surcomes to such ugly seduction?
Who wants to live in a world of destruction?



Dying is part of life, destruction is not.
Are we aware of what we forgot?
To honour life, to protect and nurture,
to respect - not injure, kill or torture.
A sad world where even when faced with beauty
Man turns executioner, forgetting his duty
Days ago a pink cloud rose to greet the sky
Transient beauty, leaving behind a silent cry?
Now, mother Earth receives the tears that mingle
Will we ever learn, we are One not single!