"Coalbrookdale by Night" by Philip James de Loutherbourg,‘The Earth We’re Leaving Behind’ by Niloufar Behrooz The Society February 9, 2017 Beauty, Poetry, The Environment 2 Comments There used to be a limpid lake Home to the finest birds you’d find. We’d watch their glory till daybreak. But now those days are far behind. I used to hear the bullfrogs croak Before the pond was quarantined. We left the woods in haze and smoke And all the swallows stayed behind. The goldfish in the pristine stream, The sparkling stars that brightly shined Now seem like the glimpse of a dream. A world that we have left behind. We sang our ruinous rhapsody And wrecked the earth to serve mankind. I guess this is the tragedy That “noble” progress leaves behind. We knew the language of the deer When nature was still unconfined. But now they flee from us in fear. Is this what we’re leaving behind? For how much more are we waiting? Mother earth has wounds we must bind. The sickly sky’s suffocating. Let’s mend the earth we’ll leave behind. Niloufar Behrooz is a PhD student of English Literature at University of Isfahan, Iran. She is a poet, writer, musician, and language instructor. Her work has appeared in Literary Hatchet, Litro Magazine, Presence, Paper Wasp, Parody and elsewhere. You can find her on Instagram @niloufarbehrooz NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who harasses or disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comment or comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 2 Responses Kathy F. February 9, 2017 Very accurate though, fortunately, there are still areas of pristine wilderness left here, in Canada. Reply Lorna Davis February 9, 2017 “We sang our ruinous rhapsody and wrecked the Earth to serve mankind” – that is, sadly, a perfect description. Very beautifully written. This poem reminds me of the saying “We do not inherit the Earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children.” Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.