Morning rips forth
screaming...
from the womb of night
it's first cries echoed
in bird song
and
buzz of insects wings,
it's tears adorning spiders web
and yet un woken
floral heads
Mother Earth
adopting Midwives role...
holds
up the sun
letting his gentleness
of breath
become the welcome breeze
that carries soft
his
first word.
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 12:26 PM UTC
Morning rips forth
screaming...
from the womb of night
it's first cries echoed
in bird song
and
buzz of insects wings,
it's tears adorning spiders web
and yet un woken
floral heads
Mother Earth
adopting Midwives role...
holds
up the sun
letting his gentleness
of breath
become the welcome breeze
that carries soft
his
first word.