Undone

The man in the moon is crying
misting over at the passing clouds
I wonder what he sees
when looks upon his daugther earth

does he see the passing time
scurrying under his feet
does he see the changing seasons
or the ebb and flow of glaciers

I bet he sees only the changing colour
from blue to bitter green
as those unseen on her gentle face
lay waste to all that is home

we are not alone

but we may leave nothing here
to mark that we ever were &
once we are gone she will glow
that deep clean blue again

what a shame we cannot see
the greater picture as he does
learn humility and compassion
for that which gives us life

It will be our undoing.