Civilization

Too many concrete towers 
Too many bitumen roads
Too many days spent apart
From God's natural woods
See how man is never still!
He is ever seeking to find
But does he ever find that?
Which he surely cannot understand
Among the city streets of hardship
Among those massive concrete towers
There is no heart left inside him
There is no natural affinity for life
He is always on the move: closer unto strife
He forgets how to reclaim life
He forgets how to relax
Everything is about rushing
Towards the end of time
Poor silly man: when will you understand?
Peace is like a river: it never stops the flow
You must find that peace within you
But do you know where to go?


"When the buffalo are all slaughtered,
The wild horses all tamed,
The secret corners of the forest
Heavy with the scent of many men
and the view of the ripe hills blotted
by the talking wires. 
Where is the thicket? Gone!
Where is the eagle? Gone!"

Chief Seattle Squamish/ Duwamish