When the man irrupts in face of earth, the nature has evolved millions of years. Then, the drastic changes through the time had chance to fail and try with another perspective.
The flora, the fauna, the materials and their composition, were in constant evolution until the moment in which, the intelligence of man, appear under the sun.
Nevertheless, the panorama looks devastating. Science evolves into two opposite directions. The first, which aims to improve the life of man, but not the quality. The second, generating their own self-destruction.
It seems inevitable that every great discovery or invention follow a massive and brutal deterioration of the environment, including the health of humanity, calling it simply collateral damage.
This poem is intended to dignify the wonderful essence of a new day, which in its nuances of drama and natural beauty, holds a hope finding out a new and accurate vision of the role of man on earth.
BRILLIANT MORNING
Brilliant morning,
You unfold on transparent canvas,
shed in drops of dew,
perhaps to remind us that the water
It godsend.
Seven colors dye the lanes,
waterfalls, whole horizons.
Birds mimic your sublime charm
flying with majestic plumage.
Splendid morning,
ode to the hope of man
to awaken their new intentions.
Maybe never learn to discover your charm,
maybe never even be able to interpret
the wonderful sense of your sparkle,
but at least, fights against ignorance
in renewed attempts to change its destiny.
Debrah Riddleton
