The Path Of Self Destruction

Walking through the wilderness

of broken trees and withered flowers,

void of the scented fragrances,

replaced with burnt ambers.

Scorched earth where green

once flourished.

The sad songs of the sparrow, the

frantic bellowing of the white tail deer.

The creation of a sad song, music of

the disinherited, abused by the

earth caretakers, what an ending to

what should have been a perfect melody.

Forest inhabitants in search

of a new home brought about

by man's search for more space,

destroying that which sustains us.

Where wisdom is assumed,

ignorance is not far behind.

Gamaliel H. Gooding