Through the "medium" of a Native American still living in the wilderness, in touch with the environment, I want to give some thoughts on how humans are increasingly disconnecting themselves with the environment that keeps them alive. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I feel the moisture of an evening rain An ovation of thunder whilst the wind blows I am fond of these moments They make me peaceful and calm When I walk in the forest, It’s a city of wonder and beauty With no high towers or bright lights But brighter and stronger and more profound What it must be like to not see these things To live in complete isolation How lonely it must feel to them Not having the birds singing in chorus above you Because when some people see the forest And its wonder, its beauty, and connection They don't understand, they fear it An alien amidst concrete sidings, it must be destroyed Nature's beauty, our nuturing grace Where would we be without it? The perfect design that we want to unmake For our own greed and hate The dew and mist on a cold autumn morning The sounds of birds in the trees Someday they will all be gone, Just like I will be soon, too So what do I matter, here and now? How do we matter? We are just dust on a large oaken floor Stardust scattered at a moment in time The creatures of the forest are with me For they are my true family They give to me and me to them In a sacred bond that lasts forever No human creation could give me this No immortality of body or mind I want to hear the thunder once again Rain to fall once more and the sun to shine