The Wandering Cloud I See

The haunting song of the parched Earth Eerie melody of no birth  Long gone was the last drop of water Only flameless air rising much hotter Howled the forlorn wind Serving the sentence but not sinned For eons she cared for her love Sometimes caressing his lustrous green grass and leaves above Or tossing up sand, gently crafting sand dunes Earth and wind in love singing life tunes He loved her angry roaring storms Her silken breeze and numerous other forms Now she is desolate and in pain For her love is dying or being slain One of her child Stabbed and tore open her love Gold silver diamond and greed Laying venomous foundations not  a live seed Parched is he                    Hungry is he To see her world die She is serving her sentence but not sinned                                           ...

I fear the cage With bars of desires spake the sage For the soul lies thirsty In the shadows of gloom shivering The trust in distant treacherous light flicker the air crusty Banished is hope to the underworld quivering Day by day is the tiara of defeat burning deeper Hear her do we in the wail of storms Drenched are we in relentless shower As streams of tear run down mines and chromes Subdued is the mighty will of spirit under naïve power For her youngest son has plunged deep the sword Scaring her, chiseling her in the unknown greed Silencing the melodious breeze under gothic chords Oh man! She is your mother undo your deed The source of demystifying life and your birth In her bosom is eternal bliss and love For she is Mother Earth                                                                     ...