All things come
From mud and earth

Left alone
Seeds will sprout
Shrubs and grasses will grow
Trees will ascend
And all life
Will flourish

Over managed
Hunted, mown
Cut, degraded
Life is stunted

Thousands of years ago
Life was here
And we moulded
Our dwellings
In to bountiful landscapes

And now with
Brick, tarmac, pavement
Steel and stone
We weigh it down

But beneath
The energy
Of the mud
Boils and bubbles
Waiting to burst forth
In profusions
Of mystical creativity

I pray that we will
Give our earth
The chance to decorate our planet once again
With a brilliant eruption of diversity
And this will become a golden age
Of nature