Behold the future

My first attempt at a sestina, also for my Creative Writing class

 

Let the fox be the animal to show the way

It has hidden itself well beyond mortal mankind reach

Into an untouched realm of nearly lost bliss

For too black and mottled the mortal world has become

Mother Nature, she has wept as mortals steal life

The fox, in its cunning, knows the life saving secret

 

It has known for generations what lies in the secret

Tiny, silent knowledge filled paws lead far away

For the fox has always known where to hide every life

The one for this generation starts its life on the foggy stretch of pale beach

It trots along, sniffing at remants and secerts that have yet to become

Revealed from the crevices of its favorite bliss

 

Trailing behind the fox comes Mother Nature with a soft kiss

Though she too knows what mankind and mortals do, she does not regret

What mankind has done since she knows what it will become

The fox’s paws know when to tip the scale of life and how much mortals weigh

Mankind is obsolete in the fox’s eyes, nothing more than another leech

The fox sees no reason for mortal mankind to exist, in any life

 

Mother Nature knows of a reason, but doesn’t want to upset this fox’s life

She watches the fox run along the pale strand, shocking in its bliss

The fox runs into the waves and runs back to shore, just outside the waves reach

The waves whisper gently, though only the fox and Mother know their secret

The look before leaping into the realm of mankind’s sway

Both weep mental tears at what it has become

 

Mortal lies and mankind abuse have turned the world into a slum

The fox takes a step forward, intent on forcing a new way of life

Mother stops it, hoping that mortals will find their own way

Snubbing Mother, the fox turns tail to head back to bliss

It knows it has other things to do; protecting the secret,

Keeping it safe, managing it for future generations to teach

 

Mother stays behind in the polluted mortal realm; she has her own thing to teach

What the fox does not know, is the true form the mortals will become

And though the fox guards it, she knows a twist to the secret

She knows that mankind will evolve to give—and not take—life

She lets the fox play where it is, soon the mortal realm will be bliss

What makes her cry now is that is still far away

 

While the fox wishs for a new way of justice just out of reach

Mother Nature sits in the future bliss and smiles at her personal secret

A new life will enfold gently from what the old one will become