The Ancient
Grains numbed by sea sprite
Bound endless in mire
Tales to tell
How long does granny watch
Her eyes twinkle in her smooth face
Black the gleaming tears
Palest pink every crevice
In circle she stands tall
Her days are slated
Wisdom waits
As days turn centuries
And the infants climb her skirts
Tarn and pots her trade in stock
Great wastelands empty her belly
Devoured of coal and tree
Great Cathedral sown in grannies smile
Wind grabs at her mantle
As granny crumbles and rubbles
Time whips at her faces
And she waits no more
How long does granny watch?
Craggy and unsure
Tales to tell
Till the infants climb no more.
hi - this relates to your blogpost and the comment you left on mine. Mother Earth will survive, humanity will die out with the coming ice age. Very sad that we've done this to our planet.
ReplyDeleteluv mother earth© JL