“Silent Cries”

 

Snow kissed misty mountain mornings,

 God and nature’s harmony,

 geese high above, now southward bound,

 sing their songs both wild and free

 

Native people of the earth and sky,

 dream their dreams of days gone by,

 old men who know the season’s changes,

 lift their eyes and silent cry

 

Wolf and owl, bear and eagle,

 coyote, raven, fox, and deer,

 feel the changes more each day,

 with survival born of fear

 

The garden’s been disrupted,

 from the great forests to the seas,

 mankind must conserve,

 nature cries upon the breeze

 

From the rain forests to the deserts,

 from mountain streams, to island shores,

 without a worldwide effort,

 too much will vanish evermore

 

Nature gives her best,

 to repair the damage done,

 but conservation has to be utmost,

 for all beneath the sun

 

Pure beauty of a misty morning,

 the earth takes a breath and sighs,

 we still hear the songs of Mother Nature,

 while she sheds a tear and cries

 

For all those yet to be,

 for all those now here who have a heart,

 today must be the turning point,

 all nations must now play their part

 

See the beauty born of heaven,

 then take a stand to pass it on,

 see the beauty born of heaven,

 take a stand before it’s gone . . .

 

 

Mackay Mansion,

Virginia City, Nevada

© 11/10/04