A castle’s built of sculptured stone Atop the craggy heights To keep the King on his haughty throne Away from his gofer’s sights.
The air he breathes is old and dank And reeks of jealous rage.
Jesters spew their putrid pranks Upon their rotted stage.
So what of wealth and treasures won And dominion over knaves If one never gets to see the sun Or marvel at crashing waves?
But out beyond these shackling walls And moats of sickly stew There lolls a land where nature sprawls Innocent, outstretched and new.
The air is fresh and sings to all A harmonious melody That opens our souls to its wondrous call For all of eternity.
In Nature there is life and love. Let us respect, protect, and preserve her.
In so doing, we respect, protect, and preserve ourselves.
© 2019 Jeffrey J. Antonucci. All rights reserved.
Photo © 2019 Jeffrey Antonucci, Jr.