In the cool of the evening,
After the sun goes down,
Calmness claims the land,
And all is finally quiet.
There is something about dusk,
That has a soothing effect,
As people become lethergic,
And settle down at last.
Contentment is afforded,
As it gives a genteel feeling,
A kind of silken smoothness,
And a drowsiness that quickens.
As Summer slides into Fall,
And days become shorter,
The sun arcs a little lower,
With each and every dawn.
There is this simple cycle,
That gives the Earth it's power,
And causes the seasons to change,
To give a respit for renewal.
With each and every season,
Comes the energy everything needs;
A kind of healthyness and refreshing change,
That gives this Earth it's sigh.
Even in the hot days of Summer,
There comes a few hours of peace,
And the limpness of humidity,
Finally allows itself sleep.
And in the freezing days of Winter,
The sun will warm a little,
To keep this Earth to it's cycle,
And bring a season to it's closure.
As we humans take advantage,
Of the world's commodities,
Only a few seem to notice,
How close we are to a finish.
For if we do not take heed,
And be satisfied with all,
We will surely suffer,
Dire consequinces undenied.
How many times must we see,
The ravages of what we have caused?
How then do we explain to God,
What we have surely wrought?
Humans have mistreated,
This world we live on.
I wonder what will happen,
If we do not allow this Earth to rest.
by Jann Newland
(copyright - Sept. 2002)
