Nothing gold nor green can stay

A green bud bursts and, pop, the rose blooms.
The petal falls just as soon.
After spring, the air is thick and ripe,
Skin tender and pink, peaches kissed by light.

A savour of change floats on the breeze,
Autumn billows in curtains, invited in with ease.
The silent crack of winter arrives,
Each day a halo of silvery skies.

Mother nature dances with focus and grace
Balancing this accord, delicate as lace.
Indulging in splendour we become spoilt and cruel,
Entitled to this golden promise of renewal.

But gold is a commodity that can be mined,
So, we pilfer and plunder, a right by mankind.
Bellies swollen or starved for capital gains,
Miserable that nothing gold nor green remains.

To emerge from this ugliness and restore nature’s beauty,
We must pledge to honour our human duty,
To care for the earth and plant the seed today
So that all shades of green and gold can stay.