The living

The thoughts that gave me voice have fled
And so my voice grew silent
a weary traveler, I tread
this world among the violent,
who loud and hungry, have consumed
all living things around them
because they foolishly assumed
no mortal promise bound them...

I wished for sparkling azure sea
I wished the forests vast and old
I wished the rivers could run free
and never could be bought or sold
But though I wished, I went unheard
and the few who understand?
I saw them flying with the birds
and grieving for the blighted land...