Intertwined With The Land

Our eyes set upon wealth—

We count our dollar bills;

our materialistic skills. 

We avert our eyes from health, 

“Aging” backwards, 

We rehearse our last words. 

Hazy, blurred vision—

objects to our revision. 

Once brown eyes–

Matched the trees that sigh–

A connection now buried away.

Though, once on display. 

Our blue veins, 

Dire like water may only remain, 

If one cannot use their brain, 

To see what we all entertain–

Destruction of nature: with no refrain. 

Our souls intertwined with the land, 

If ignored, we’ll fall quick, like sand.