I Wonder...

Rushing mountain streams,

rippling endless golden fields,

Majestic jagged purple peaks.

I wonder…

If the robin sees the landscape below,

a beautiful pastel painting,

with texture, colors, and fog.

Or a polluted populace,

with smokey urban blocks,

surrounded by,

invasive cultivated crops,

encroaching in the home they love.

I wonder…

If the fish sees the rippling world above,

a place of wonders, warmth, and feast.

A glorious dream, far out of reach perhaps,

a place with weather change, failure, and advancement.

Or a place full of stomping boots and fishing hooks,

a world of lies, promises that don’t hold true.

I wonder…

If future generations will look back on us and see,

A time of great discovery,

advancements of every kind.

This and that causes, fighting to help.

A generation that gets an A+ for trying.

Or a time full of destruction,

deceit,

killing and war,

hypocrisy,

shame.

Were torture is looked on as barbaric,

but are we much better.

I wonder…

If the rest of the world cares,

wants to set a good example…

Or is it just me?

Copyright 2011 Abigail Chapman