SUN-SETTING BEARS
LOCATION: ARCTIC CIRCLE, CANADA
Polar Bear
I am alive and pure of heart,
I carry forth my role and do my part.
So step-up to the plate and do your duty,
Use all of your might to protect our beauty.
From seasonal hibernation’s I’ve always set,
With an instinctive plan for what comes next.
With every cycle I’ve awoken,
I’ve arisen to roam and grow with a new vision.
Like the cyclic motions of our heavenly lunar and solar,
My precious life revolves around the polar.
This rhythmic life placed northbound,
I follow its call both above and below frozen ground.
But new uncertainty lurks in patters of tides,
Unknown and relentless, they remove chances for strides.
I can swim but I am not aquatic,
And as these ice sheaths drift; my calm it does become chaotic.
When will I rest or be earthbound?
These marathon swims are an unholy battleground.
Glowing like mystical gold in a rippling form;
Let my future existence not be a hazy mirage, out of the norm,
Seen, yet never experienced by new generations at all.
An echo,
A memory,
A lifeless summary.
As a momentary pause before dusk is seen,
The sun goes down over horizons leaving only a fading beam.
But will it rise?
Or will it stay in slumber?
Will my kind dwindle to a single number?
We have the choice to slow the earth’s ice from melting,
Because even though it melts with nature;
Its heightened pace is drawn by man’s greedy wager.
For what’s been caused is isolation in desolation,
There’s not much left of my population.
With eyes fixed on the creation and inflation of your great nations,
You’ve lost touch to media and political manipulations.
To survive and progress purely,
You’ll have to look back to nature, for your spiritual liberation.
Oil on Canvas
47.2in x 59in
Life-size Subject