This is Not Civilized

Why do I ache for a time never known to me?
When we were surrounded not by material things,
But by the people we loved,
Our homes,
Our land.
When we took pride in what we could create
With our own two hands,
And our skills were useful to others.
Bartering, trading, skill for skill.
Music and art were everyday, yet magical.
We did not cut great swaths across the earth,
Destroying all in our path,
Paving the world.
We lived with it, lived on it,
Loved the earth, which gives us life.
Why do we try so hard now to forsake it?
To ignore our own bodies’ pull
Towards that natural force.
We have stopped passing down
Those tales of magic
And myth
And love.
The ache has no cure,
Yet.

7-25-2005