When will we learn?

Mountain, air,
river and sky;
the feathered wing
of the evergreen tree,
and through it all
the bridge we built
to get to the other side...
all of it fading
into one bright oneness;
all of it drawing
us into the connections,
bridging the gap
between low and high,
between then and now,
between You and me,
and still the hordes come
in their hobnailed boots
to poison the water;
to tear down the forest
and level the mountains...
when will we learn?


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