Last Chance For Humankind. Poem by DM W

We, unhinged by, our modern predicaments,
Should create sanctuaries of unbroken light.
For our hearts are now closed in stifling darkness.
We risk becoming shadows of our former selves.
We need to transcend the utter meaninglessness
Of these, increasingly contrived, blasé times
We need to maintain vital connections with the
Verdant realms of Nature and each other. We need
To keep on cultivating a small plot of land.
We need to develop constant communion.
We need to reap harvests of our own devising,
Or all our efforts and all that we hold precious,
Will prove to be futile: an elusive pipe dream.
All will be ultimately irretrievable.