Kenneth JP Drysdale

Our Destiny

Beautiful creatures everywhere to be found,
All with distinct features, colors and sounds.

Long long ago on this true land no one saw
Grew life conceived to this land without law.

Amongst each, lived, formed the lands of animal
Along with the gift and circle of life, eternal.

Our kind, man and woman, holding the key to decision,
Making us superior over any being's intention.

Every person, every animal, bird, fish, insect, living thing
Of our home are meant to be together, nothing fooling.

Our home, our mother earth the most remarkable, beautiful,
We are corrupting her, polluting, wasting her in full.

Our mind can wander, sometimes driven by greed, fame,
To realize that all we need is love, nothing to shame.

Our circle of life has been broken and crossed over,
As our path, running out, also corrupting our inferior.

The more we learn bringing more destruction, why?
If this is bad, there obviously exists good, can we try?

�Kenneth JP drysdale, 04/99

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