She breathe out a deep sigh,
it seems she's preparing her final goodbye,
and I can't help but be broken,
in an abyss of all the things left unspoken.
I wanna hear her tales of glorious days I can't comprehend,
where people would dance in her honor with no end.
They were wiped into dreamland's of euphoria
at just the thought of her.
They were a web of wyrd, a tangle of divinity,
deeply consumed by this beautiful affinity.
Kindred beings, child and mother,
they were equally and in love with one another.
Her heart shone through the darkest chasm
in way we will never fathom.
She whispered her secrets in the movements of the birds,
her mystery mimicked in the migration of her herds,
and they listened, to the pulsing of her being,
understanding through feelings and senses was freeing.
They say beauty leaves you breathless beyond compare
but she filled their little lungs with air.
In songs of the future, of love and desires
their souls began to sprout their own little fires .
I feel like she used to smile more back then,
when we were truly her men.
But these fires of inspiration became smoldering storms,
in a mixed matched confusion of there original forms
and she screamed out in furious thunder,
while people suppressed her beautiful wonders.
Her fingers once stardust replaced in lightening,
her soul swarmed in anguish began tightening.
She's dyeing.
There's no way of making that pretty,
her tears begin to flooding our cities,
whilst we do nothing but watch in confusion,
waiting for some politician to spin a delusion .
People resigned to the arms chairs of their minds,
living there lives by these set little lines,
but for some her screams resonate the cells of their being,
whist people continue sightseeing or fleeing
this inevitable destruction of our creation.
Our mother earth doomed to damnation .
A baby girl was born today,
she reached out her little arms and welcomed the sun rays.
At the same time a sapling has sprouted,
both there importance has already been doubted.
But our messages is spreading slowly but surely,
and one day this girls ears will burn with our stories.
That sapling will keep on growing,
through a never ending energy that's forever flowing
through these two unlucky soul mates.
Blissfully unaware of their entwining fates.
She'll start telling the world of an earth that is yelling,
at the people that are dwelling
in the shadows of ignorance.
A rebellion is brewing,
whilst a little girl is pursing
a world where her and her sampling can be at peace.
A world where destruction will seem to cease
and once again we can be
kindred beings, child and mother,
equal and in love with one another.
About the Creator
moonlit
Writing about love, nature and mental health
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