Free And Beautiful No Longer

The ocean tides rise and fall with
the rhythm of the drumming Earth.
Pulsing through the meadow born
from peace and keeping with Father Time.

"Shed the shadows haunting thee,"
pleaded those ancient timber trees.
"Engrave the soil of our world with
the very markings that create our souls."

Mountains though built to last may one day
fall to brittle pieces and crumble through
our fingertips and stay embedded in our nails.

Mother Nature moves her paintbrush against
the night while trying to make our shining light.
Yet even still our stars do not glow but fade within city sky.

Enchanted rivers had once held our whispered secrets.
Now we have betrayed. The thunderous Heavens above
our heads release their tears in curtained rain.

The Summer breeze is tainted with
the smoke mornings of buildings.
Wasting more than they do give
to make their world full of green.

She presses her hands
against the window glass
while waiting for the time to pass.

He leans his back against
the tree thinking about how it
once had been. Free and Beautiful.

She wipes her tears with the back
of her hand. Shaking from the cold.

He feels the warmth from
the base of wood.
Hearing the heartbeat of the living.

*note because of the way the site's set up. It had to be formatted this way*