The World Below

Beneath this place of grass and stone
Beneath the field, beneath the home
There lies a world we never see
An infusion of geology and history 

Deep deep down and then some more
There lies a molten magma core
Rocks and dirt and then some soil
Surely too deep down for us to spoil?

Sadly our reach is further than we think
There's no depths to which we cannot sink
We all create waste in many places
Taken away on a weekly basis

Taken where? where did it go?
Be honest now, do you know?
Dumped somewhere that barely shows
To slowly, quickly, decompose

Gases will rise, liquids go down
The stones beneath us start to drown
Those waterways that irrigate our crops?
Pollution does not make it stop

Combine with pits and pipes and quarry
It forms a tale to make us worry
Of the scale of human wastage on repeat
For those brave enough to look beneath our feet

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Written at a St Nick's Environmental workshop focussing on waste 

Wilderness

the wilderness is wild

untamed, like a child

but similar to the young

there's much it can become

you can tame it in a way

form tomorrow from today

just be careful, as you do

not to turn the wilderness into you

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A 100-second poem, written at a St Nick's Environmental workshop

paths of nature

It is only in the realm of plant and toad
That one can take the less-walked road
The streets of men? They do not waver
They do not bend like paths of nature
All designed by careful planner
Formed by ruler, map, and scanner
Designed to help the traffic flow
To quickly quickly help you go

the boulevards among the plants
will still help you to advance
but in a slightly more holistic way
that does not count seconds in the day
formed by a committee that will never meet
the earth streets appear beneath their feet
yet you can ignore it all if you choose to
and start a natural path that's just for you

Green

Sometimes I feel sad that I can't see more in green

That it all blurs together when I see a scene

For though Nature paints a picture with whites and browns and blue

There can never be a doubt about Nature's favourite hue

The green atop a canopy will always see the sun

The green upon the ground is a green that's just begun

The green upon a stem or even the green upon a leaf 

They all tell different tales that are nigh beyond belief 

There is such beauty and such stories in all these colours mean

Such a pity that my eyes will still see them all as green

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Written at a St. Nick's Nature Workshop