No longer the cries of the wolf do we hear,
No longer the trill of the Eagle in flight.
These have already been lost.
The rivers are full of debris,
Carelessly thrown into the rushing waters.
Our trees are no longer sacred,
Our forests grow ever more thin.
People rush about, always in a hurry,
Never taking time to notice their wondrous surroundings.
Cities grow larger,
Covering our once sacred places.
Children no longer know their heritage,
Nor do they care to know.
In our rush to give our children what they want,
We forget to teach them that which they need to know.
We often wonder what happened to our own past,
How has it been forgotten?
Yet, there is an answer,
It is not forgotten, It is never taught.
Pass along pieces of your hard-earned wisdom,
Share your knowledge with your children.
If we do not begin to share our past,
The future will never remember our accomplishments.
When next you hear the chirp of a bird,
Stop and listen at the sound.
Remember it well,
For when our children become adults,
They may not be able to hear the music.
They may not be able to see the forests,
Nor swim the waters of our youthful days.
Is there a way to stop this slow process,
This dying out of our times past?
Perhaps there is:
Plant a tree,
Set a garden,
Clean the Rivers,
Sow new seeds of life.
Then what?
Then take the time to appreciate them all,
sharing their glory with future generations.