“Loving the earth, seeing what has to be done to it, I grow sharp, I grow cold.
Where will the trilliums go, and the coltsfoot?
Where will the pond lilies go to continue living their simple , penniless lives,
lifting their faces of gold?
Impossible to believe we need so much as the world wants to buy.
I have more clothes, lamps, dishes, paper clips than I could possibly use before I die.
Oh, I would like to live in an empty house, with vines for walls, and a carpet of grass.
No planks, no plastic, no fibreglass.
And I suppose sometime I will.
Old and cold I will lie apart from all this buying and selling, with only the beautiful earth in my heart.”
Mary Oliver