Fields turned yellow like the sun
from the old rain
That felled like paint on a canvas
Red Kites hovered a dinner
In their grasp
Amongst the golden wash of life
Trails of steel from above left
lines of snow
Into the clear bluest sky
As the silence of nature bleated volumes
The earth felt a good day from a
mad mad world
The cool wind blew gently over to
a wave without a sea
As my eyes shone to the wonders
of earths senses before me and it felt good
Hills from a distance showed
a landscape
Built on years of time from a land
riddled in blood
In a yesteryear that we chose
to forget
Yet in the center of the field stood a lonely
old tree
Its life still strong from Gnarls of time etched in
pain for all to see and feel
New buds bore a life to prove a life to live
And this was a time to live
A time to grow
A time to give
To give love to this Earth
Our Earth
Our Mother Earth
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 5:27 PM UTC
Fields turned yellow like the sun
from the old rain
That felled like paint on a canvas
Red Kites hovered a dinner
In their grasp
Amongst the golden wash of life
Trails of steel from above left
lines of snow
Into the clear bluest sky
As the silence of nature bleated volumes
The earth felt a good day from a
mad mad world
The cool wind blew gently over to
a wave without a sea
As my eyes shone to the wonders
of earths senses before me and it felt good
Hills from a distance showed
a landscape
Built on years of time from a land
riddled in blood
In a yesteryear that we chose
to forget
Yet in the center of the field stood a lonely
old tree
Its life still strong from Gnarls of time etched in
pain for all to see and feel
New buds bore a life to prove a life to live
And this was a time to live
A time to grow
A time to give
To give love to this Earth
Our Earth
Our Mother Earth
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