Nature comes to my rescue, and yours. I'm certain
When trash and plastics fly and float on land
Across this township called Newtown, a curtain
Of pollution from burning what trash workers will rake
I look toward the neglected lake, an abused water habitat
Where sewage runs to, along with other waste
Ibis abound; I spoke of coots and comorants
But when my spirits were really down
I spied two playful herons, white for the most part
Diving to and away from each other, strong winds no hindrance!
(in the Eastern Cape, perhaps a joy, their inspiration)
And I thanked Creation for keeping its Spirit, Beauty,
And inspiration for me: Large herons, playful, in adversity