In die feëwoude
Raak dit al hoe benouder
Want voëlneste word verwyder
En hoeveelheid inwoners al hoe kleiner
Is daar geen verligting?
Aan die oprigting?
Daar is geen meer bome
Vir die beeldskone
Woudgeeste om onder te dans
Deur die dag en saans
Niemand gee om
Want die mensdom is stom
Hul kinders gaan eendag kommer
Oor hoekom hul sit sonder
Enige iets om te bewonder
Alles wat mooi was, is nou weg
En nou is slegs, ‘n dorre land hul geboortereg
Omdat ons nie kan begryp
Hoe ons besig is om onself aan die aarde te vergryp…
Drabble: 98 words
© Dr Tanzelle Oberholster
Written during my highschool years / Geskryf gedurende my hoërskool jare: 2003-2007
by aRtVerse on Teepublic
PS: The automatic ‘translated’ version of this poem is majorly messed up – LOL!
Basically it speaks to the idea that our unsustainable ways of living (materialism, consumerism and the ever expanding cities) is destroying the forest in which the sprites and fairies dance. Consequently, our children will have nothing to admire, because all the beauty of the world has been lost. Their only birthright would be a barren wasteland, if we do not realise that we have to cease our needless selfish ways.
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