Visions of the Sacred Grove


Visions of our past; We open our eyes,
History unfolds behind us. And yet we do not see.
The Sacred Grove, We failed to look.
The lost Sundial, We did not find.

So many things, Will we ever learn?
That we have strayed from. Will we ever see?
Nature's beauty lost, How could we have lost,
Behind a veil of policy. That which we are?

Our Groves stand empty, Have we lost our way?
Nature, we try to Control. How can we control,
We think we know, Nature, our home?
and yet we do not. How have we lasted this long?


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Rather that post this in poetry, I posted it here, for a reason.
Some of you will know the reason, some may not. Either way is fine.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Ios, in the year 185 MA.