Why?

 Early morning at St Paul's Bay and a glorious sunrise, setting the mood for a lovely day.

So difficult to look at this beauty and not feel stirred to the very soul with its hope and promise. Why is it that  in such an amazing world, with its light and colour, with its mystery and slendour,-why is it that we abuse it, neglect it, exploit it,
then expect as our right that it continues to be there for us, never changing?

Why do we not treasure it, nurture it, love it and everything and everyone in it, and be thankful that the Spirit of Life continues to animate and sustain it inspite of our destructive efforts?
                                Mo.