Living On The Edge-2 (Saga of Estancia)

Emerald green the trees sway,
to the sweet lull of the winds.
Flowers of all hues and shades,
brings a smile to our lips.
It's sheer delight to live here,
far from the maddening crowd,
where like- minded people dwell, and every joy abounds.
Gaiety and colour spreads like wildfire, with a perpetual hint of festivity in the air.

But alas, differences do creep and threaten the unity that binds;
It is a question of awakening to the call,
that duty demands.
The external beauty, stands a chance; only if beauty within is preserved,
and tis time to perceive, its not always about oneself,
but the larger good of the whole.

Mounds of garbage and filth emanate even from the most beautiful homes;
And dumping it without a care, is the easiest way around.
But, is it all about self preservation?
The time is ripe for contemplation!!
'What you sow, so you reap', is rightly said of the earth;
the more callous we get, the lesser the earth begets.

All that it takes, is to segregate the waste in three,
Green, the colour of life:
food and plant waste, goes back to the earth's womb;
to help spawn new life,
from whence it once bloomed.

White, the colour of peace:
plastic and man made waste goes back to be recycled over;
the lesser we use it,
the more peace we make with nature.

Red, the colour of inherent danger:
the most deadly, the reject waste;
is to be curtailed and pruned,
incessantly eating up the earth's guts; making her barren, as she pants for breath.

Quite a simple task, to give mother earth a fighting chance at life;
if you really care, to give future generations, a planet to survive.
So segregation at source, is the path we espouse,
as we owe it to nature, to conserve.