“when the last tree is cut down the last fish eaten and the last stream poisoned you realize that you cannot eat money” † ~ the last tree (for mg) we had it all emerged into paradise before the fall tripped up by bad advice taken for granted forgetting the cost and price viewpoints got slanted no way to do this twice how could we forge our own chains create our own trials and pains lay waste to air and water and land let the legacy slip from our hands what have we made of home, our refuge the future in shade prelude to deluge i want to reach out to hold something dear when all is in doubt everything far from clear how could we forge our own chains create our own trials and pains lay waste to air and water and land let the legacy slip through our hands is there still a dream beyond tomorrow's dawn the twilight's last gleam that i can bet upon and if i shout it out will i find common ground or in this endless noise will the message get drowned in a sea of noise will the message get drowned rjh 4aug2026 ~ † adapted from Alanis Obomsawin, “Who is the Chairman of This Meeting?” Essays : Neewin Publishing Company : 1972 https://www.aliveandpresent.life/articles/alanis-obomsawin style inspired by The Soother, "Cash Cold" https://suno.com/song/dfd458c0-029a-4bdd-bb44-c9216a69cc20 sound design by rjh illustration by rjh and chat-gpt 5.6 sol (light)
