Humankind plays russian roulette

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Sometimes the land is like the sea

Rolls in waves of earth and rock

Adorned with damp and clinging mosses

At feet of mountains earth huddles tumbles tosses

The trees sprout where they can here

They grow a-jumble in the cracks of rocks

Jutting up towards clouds and growing high

Massive trunks reaching ever upward for the sky

Atop the trees in spring they sport their flowers

Flowers that bloom so high only the birds see them

And beneath their canopies life is under their care

Scampering deer and squirrel and lumbering bear

Then comes the curse of Nature, blundering man

Cutting all down but the barren hills

To see what short term profit he can gain

And cares nothing for all the life now slain

In the short term there is no price to pay

This realm stores hidden karma for a time

The boomerang of foolishness takes awhile to apply its test

Slow but unrelenting comes a time for justice and redress

The land will slowly come back and recover

The trees will grow again in stately majesty

The animals that are not extinct will live in the forests again

But the fate of humankind is not so certain

Authors Bio:
I am a hippy that never dropped out. I have held on to impossible idealism and will not give up. I think the human race is a ticking time bomb and we are at the last tick. So what is the good of slow careful pragmatism that allows time for it all to happen with less than miraculous speed ? Right now we need near-impossible idealism or we need to go extinct so we can stop killing our planet. Other life forms may need it after we have almost destroyed it. Humans seem to be a very clever but unwise species that is not making it. At the very least we could go down with a little dignity. We have no planetary culture with both head and heart. And our numbers are so great we must have that. See you next lifetime on another planet incarnated in another species, I guess.