I have heard the Wind whistling down the canyon
with a lighthearted lilt all her very own.
She sang to me from a far off distance
of memories borne in an ancient past.
from the journey,
all breathless and spent
from the hardship of the trek:
"Nothing worth having...comes easily."
"We have paid the price for each
majestic stand of trees,
the song of the warbler,
the deer whose cautious tread
shrinks back in fear from the like of Man.
You see...we struggle," she lamented,
"to hold on to each fragment of beauty before you,
challenging the day to survive
one more passage of time...
unscarred by the touch
of human hands.
"While now, we remain in your mind's eye,
a piece of perfection,
we have paid the price for your pleasure.
"So," she scolded,
"capture the moment,
for soon, it may be no more….."
- to J's Magic -