Before Today

Before Today

Before today there was yesterday

And if we go back farther we find another age

An age unplagued with pollution and land fills

An age where global warming is unheard of

This is the age of the wild

Where there are no cities and towns

Where there are no roads and highways

In the age of the wild

There are only trees and shrubs

And miles upon miles of forest

If you stop and listen you’ll hear something

Something lost in the age of today

As you listen you walk and you hear the rustle of the leaves

And the snapping of twigs underfoot

As the wind blows

You here the leaves in the trees blow in the wind

Almost like the sound of the waves

 Crashing on the shore

You hear the scurrying feet of the wildlife

Running to hide from you the creature from today

You hear the language of the birds

As they talk to one another like old woman gossiping

As you walk on the sun sets and you hear new sounds

The sounds of crickets chirping

Like the leaves flying in the wind

You hear the sound of mosquitos buzzing

Like bees in a summer breeze

You hear an owl hoot far off in the distance

He’s hooting for a friend

And then a moment later you hear a wolf howl

Searching for its pack

You keep on walking for miles

Listening to these sounds

 And find not one sign of life

For miles around

But as the sun comes up

 You start to hear the sounds of sunrise

But you find that that’s not all you hear

No not at all….

If you listen closer

You hear

 Loud clangs

Loud bangs

And loud beeping

You hear the sound of machinery

You hear

Yells

Shouts

And hammering

You hear the sound

Of today

You hear the sound of man