The Wind

Unseeingly the environmental issues is ever pressing to us all. smirching through the moral codes, the
religious, the siciencefic, cultural apparatus and
whatever telophototic lenses we are seeing things
from.

This is certain, the continuous collective effort of all
citizens of this planet is warranted daily in our lives
to do something tangible to effect changes and gives
hope. Not only for us now, but for generation to come.

There will be those who will dispute findings, evidences
of the catastrophic effects on the planet, even the whole
thing is imploding on itself. if that is their passion, find with
me. At time we think the critics is poisonous, vindictive and
so on.

True is, they do help in our endeavor, and make the cause
more operational to press forward with. In the end I believe
we desire a better world for ourselves, and our children,
children's. Please enjoy the following poem. " Wind"

The wind is blowing, cutting through deeply,

There is its open wounds, heroic blades as

done it again, and asbestos tinning my skin.

Will the wind stop, which of the seasons will

bring on arbitrator, saying look! she is part of us.

I scourge at wind, but the regulatory rules kept

biting my lips. I scourge at the wind, but there

aren't many gods to bring him down, is it ?

I scourge at the wind, perhaps it is he who

make me whole.In my quest for understanding

if the foolish ways been exhibits. I no doubt

request amidst complexity for a greener world.

That is my take today, for there definitely hope live by.