Nature comes alive
With the first sliver of dawn
The morning commute
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Nature comes alive
With the first sliver of dawn
The morning commute
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Songs of the morning
Coming from the trees and fields
The innocent rise
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The reign of mankind
Trustees of all living things
Seems like a mistake
When we won’t protect our own
How can we be entrusted
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
From my window I look;
Trees, mountains, flowers
All manner of things stare back at me
Though seldom do I notice.
Caught between the necessities of modern life
And the blindness of adulthood,
I’ve forgotten how wondrous my surroundings.
Rushing from place to place,
Highways, freeways, traffic shifts my focus.
Technology diverts my attention,
Cell phones, computers, television, video games,
No wonder we live in a chemically induce coma.
Time to appreciate the natural world seems impossible,
Finding excuses instead to perpetuate our unfulfilling lives.
How does this make any sense?
Our time in this beautiful world is short,
Time with our loved ones is most precious.
Perhaps the power button is our best friend,
Turn it off.
That vacation time we are saving
As we edge ever closer to a heart attack…
Maybe we should take it.
Step outside, take a deep breath
And enjoy the most beautiful video game ever created
…Nature.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Two-by-two were saved
To repopulate the earth
Then man got involved
Driving them to extinction
Does his greed have no boundaries
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Much needed rain
Though drought it does not ease.
Standing outside gazing,
Looking skyward, thankful.
River and road become one before us
As cool muddy water rushes
To where no one knows.
We know this will not last–
Blistering heat will return to scorch our soles,
But it does not deter from this pleasantry.
Residents of desert and dwelling
Pleasure in this temporary reprieve.
Flowers dormant burst from their rocky tombs.
Living only days–
They know they are numbered
Falling prey to the vacationing solstice.
Withering to dust–
They return to the earth from whence they came.
This cycle they know oh so well.
Like the waters, all things recede
Back to the source of their creation
In hopes of reemerging one day
To grace the earth with their wondrous presence.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Scorched earth, tragic end
Dignity strewn far and wide
–No rest for the dead
Stranded in frozen boxcars
Awaiting man’s compassion
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~