Creatures that Die in a Season
How can I tell you I haven’t an answer
To most of the questions you ask?
How do I explain the long hesitation
As I search for a thought you can grasp?
So why have we done this?
I haven’t a reason
For all of the things that have died in a season.
And what was it like? Can I still recall?
I assure you it was something to see.
Wide open road, crystalline lake
And fields that were free from debris.
It was man that committed these grave acts of treason
Toward all of the creatures that died in a season
I remember long walks in the twilight of summer
With the sun setting song of the quail
The glimpse of the pheasant that long since departed
Along with the evergreen trails
The firmament darkens and I feel like leaving
With all of the creatures that died in this season.
And the poisoned rivers run sick to the sea
And the frontiers have faded away
The horizon is tainted with what we discard
And the rains even bring us decay
As a deluge approaches we will look without seeing
The grace in the creatures that die in a season.
It was man who committed these grave acts of treason
Toward all of the creatures that died in a season
Infidels, Philistines have captured the region
No room for the creatures that die in a season.
This was written sometime in the 1988 in response to the heart-wrenching questioning
of a perceptive 4 year old boy. For Ethan.
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