The Gift of Earth

Lewis Carroll

by Aunt Jessica, for Gwendolyn
(Inspired by Lewis Carroll)
  • The slippy soot and swallowing sea

  • bewildered and bejangled me,

  • so that as far as I could stare,

  • I only gasped for more clean air.

  • It wasn’t that my tongue was tied.

  • A telly tale that nature lied.

  • I fought the frame around myself,

  • and sought no thing of gold or wealth.

  • I shut them tight to see no more,

  • but the sea lured my eyes onto the shore.

  • The black was rising from the blue.

  • We’d given the sea a darkened hue.

  • And there was no peace that I could see,

  • no fluttering flock to follow me.

  • This was the end, and I saw then:

  • All evolution occurs within

  • the pure at heart, and hollows those

  • who deny the breeze the wind composed.

  • There must be darkness to have one,

  • To be free of fear when the sun is done.

  • And I might have lived to see that day,

  • but the sea was swishing, murky gray.

  • The blackened mass just ate away,

  • and made all the makers of dismay

  • prolong the evil earth debris,

  • When we do not act, but only be,

  • When we do not speak, but only see,

  • When we do not plea, but disagree.

  • We simmer in our sunny slush,

  • and cannot seem to push or flush

  • the dark that caused the light to go,

  • or admit that we could sink so low.

  • It will be told a fairy tale,

  • of how the earth was once so frail.

  • It will be the most atrocious talk

  • of flickering, radioactive shock.

  • No one to see the light ignite,

  • decomposing in the mighty night.

  • No one to see the end of things,

  • too dark to see what it will bring.

  • Forever a drifting leaf will fly,

  • amidst a baron, broken sky.

  • With each strong makes darkness weak.

  • Each leaf that flew, the less black leaked.

  • So if tomorrow’s just another day,

  • then leap into it, away from stay!

  • And do not fear what sings inside.

  • We’ll hum that tune for those who died.

  • We’ll need that song now more and more.

  • We will create a rumbling ROAR!

  • It will guide us, lead us, plant a seed,

  • Our hearts the drums that beat good deeds.

  • There was no earthly eye did see

  • us rise against what was to be.

  • Acceptance kills a piece of good,

  • and we could stop it. I know we could.

  • Just show the earth some kind remorse

  • for taking out such leafy forests,

  • because leaves have veins and they do course

  • the blood of earth that is our source.

  • Just leave that tangled web alone,

  • For it has given creatures homes.

  • And do not pick the prickly rose

  • that gives the shrub such lovely clothes.

  • Heal the helpless, sacred sea.

  • Respect the coiled, toggled tree.

  • It will repay you with its fruit,

  • and nourish you with its rich root.

  • Perchance the land is not so cursed.

  • Maybe it could be reversed

  • with mending hands and halcyon minds.

  • Could man salvage his own kind?

  • There are enough who do deserve

  • the chance to at least try to preserve,

  • to soothe and cleanse earth’s yawning wounds,

  • to remedy dark, to resume the bloom.

  • It’s up to you now — you’re alive.

  • You must have the courage to revive

  • this damaged world we have subdued.

  • I wish it was as new as you.

  • But now you must treat it as we did not:

  • A borrowed gift that can’t be bought.

  • A treasure of the greatest worth,

  • It is our one–and our only–Earth.

  • You must rid it of its murky dark,

  • and breathe your brave as you embark

  • upon a life of pure empirical merit,

  • to save this world you now inherit.

  • Just bring the bright and blanket born,

  • and morning’s page will soon be torn.

  • The cyclic sphere of end will cease

  • When we clear the dark…

  • And embrace the peace.

  • Published by GramenVox

    I love hypothetical conversations about how to survive the apocalypse. I love arguing over which musicians I could combine together to form the perfect band. I love conducting research, and I appreciate my resources. I love freedom (or at least the ones that haven't yet been revoked), and look forward to the day that everyone will have the same ones.

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