22nd August, 2015

There is much I’d like to tell you, She whispers in the wind
There is much I’d like to show you, to restore your childlike grin
There is so much more to offer to the children of the earth
Why else would you have come to me, endured another birth?
She smiles so benignly as she gazes on our race;
But beneath that calm exterior she wears another face.
Its time to teach her ‘children’ to respect the gifts she gives,
The wonders of creation. The foods that let us live.
Don’t take without thanksgiving or rape Her hallowed lands
Remember She gives life to you, no bloodshed on Her hands!
Her tears don’t go unnoticed in the Universal Rhyme
They’ll wash away the scoundrels and the Soulless ones this time.
Her lonely plight will be no more as all of life rebels
The coming of the Golden Age begins within our cells.
© Sandra A. Beal