Drip drop drip spoke heavens sweet scented rain
Falling towards her canvas of pain
Stilly invigorated and bare she lay
Displaying only her scars that will remain

The wind I hear it, it whispers your name,
She calls to you through the wind and the rain,
Alone and shivering she reaches for you,
Her eyes start to tire with nothing in view,
So on she travels across Seas and Lands,
With hope in her heart to feel your strong hands...

The ripples dance bountifully across the serene lagoon
They possess only beauty and grace with their shimmer
Still then is Mother Earth until she roars her thunderous rain

Nothing is hidden even the unseen

Killing is killing and death is death
You can call it terrorism or war
In the end nobody wins

My
Essence