Walking the glade tonight nature first appears right
yet it is not, when mounds of grass convert to browns
too soon, and down by the stream soundless butterflies
seem silently caught in shrouds of grey fertilised clouds
of pollution, breed no more but lie there in dirty gutters.
War like this against earth's vale of favour brings claims
of sheer neglect which sees no further than dying bees
and will not question why, from earth they get no reply.
A few years hence no wishing will recompense for this
for from foolhardiness gross greed creates a fatal mess.
Seeing tonight this suffering glade makes me afraid.
Walt Kelly of Pogo fame, offered his version on an Earth Day poster, "We have met the enemy and he is us."