The Loss of Innocence and Wonder.
The sound of laughter ripples through the air
Children playing without a worry or care
The slightest whisper of a breeze, in a cloudless sky
A little girl’s eyes full of wonder, catches a beautiful butterfly
Then giggles in delight as she watched it flutter away
While the adults share the latest gossip of the day
Next she finds a little daisy and then a buttercup
She laughs and struggles to stand up
A moment of reverence and awe she tries to share
But the adults are too busy to notice or care.
Oblivious to the little girl’s cry of delight
More intent on what happened in Eastenders last night
The drone of a dreaded lawn mower, a harsh intrusion
Ready to take part in an orgy of destruction
People playing at God in an attempt to impose order
Planting in perfect lines, flower beds and border
In a maddening race to find order and perfection
A fleeting moment of triumph and satisfaction
No thought for the wildlife neither bird nor bee
As if in a frantic rage to destroy all that is wild and free
The hedgerows, the wildflower and weeds
Have long been the casualties
Poisoned by chemicals sprayed on their shoots
Mangled and massacred, torn up by their roots
The next morning the little girl rushes out to see her flowers
But they have vanished like the April showers
Mowed down, in the war between man and nature
Metal and machine versus every living creature
And no one hears her broken hearted cry
Or to answer when she asks why ?
C. Denis Murphy 07 June 2021.