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Star BG May 2017
Mother of Divine Earth vibrates,
speaking in rhythms, in flowing river,
inside dandelions roar with wind.

She calls for man to awaken,
to touch her essence, her magic, her magi-sty.
inside the ticking clock.

Mother echoes in heartbeats precious.  
Speaks in rhythms with curiosity.
Why has it taken so long for man to care?    

She gives loving offering the rustling river,
grass that tickles, birds that sing
The animals, wind babbling brook
all know she's a precious home.

She offers her etheric hand for man
to join the party to dance
on a sacred home, a living history of love.

StarBG © 2017
Time to be care-taking in changing times as Mother does call.
Pauline Morris Apr 2016
She was crawling inside her little world, hoping to hide
Her world and her emotions would turn on a dime
She tried again time after time
Hoping to find away across the widening divide
Over the knife sharp rocks of her life, she couldn't climb
It was her scars that cry, she was nothing more than a mime
Being thrown again into the abyss, it was all war crimes
Now she just laid there given up, nothing rhymes

— The End —