way back when...

way back when
the envelope was unpushed
the box was outside
there was no doing wrong
just right.

way back then
the future was still too far away
the past was golden
held above all else
in traditional ways.

it really makes you think
stare without a blink
what happened to the innocence
was it really a sheep
or just a wolf in pretense?

days were productive and long
nights were happy and quiet
always plenty to eat
and a soft place to sleep,
clean air to breathe pure water to drink
a fire for warmth in the snow
and a shady spot to rest in the heat.

what went wrong
how did we change
does free will give us the right
to recreate the world in our image
and with our hands ruin life?

an apology

blistering heat from the scourged and scoured sun is turning and burning my skin to a radiant dayglow rainbow  of blues purples and reds alm...