my drawings are among days past
days past the Earth’s erosion
leaving behind tears dried by the sun and wrapped around the rings of trees
protected by rough bark that bites the winds from west and from east.
images drawn on paper torn from broken forests
notebooks tossed into piles unwritten and unread..
plastic and waste left and forgotten on street corners
forgetting the touch of innocence
the purity of the colour green
the integrity of the soil beneath our toes
the honour we owe to which we walk
the honesty we owe to the whispers that reach our skies
unworldly whispers that boom over natures soft duality of morality and virtue..
under man made bridges waters weep through valleys
above trees birds suffocate for unpolluted air
I savour the life that has created this piece of paper,
knowing that my drawings are among days past
to be left among the worlds excess..