Where is that beauty of

Imagination that drifts from

Mind to heart

Where is that beauty of

Seeing the world with eyes

And ears apart

Distinguishing those sights

And sounds of where

Nature does start

Where is that beauty of

Imagination that from the

Animals keep us apart

Not seen are eyes of happiness

Nor glowing from within

Heard are only sullen sounds

Of anguish deep within

Bodies crying out with pain

Of memories of guilt and sin

A product of modern living….