MOTHER NATURE

Jason Winn

From her noble heart, she casts out a thimble of her gifts She must plead for the blood to replenish her children Forgiven in their naively ardent youth, they are the planet’s nexus In spite of the rain, the ground still ruptures in fissures of dead hope

Hollow creatures bow their splintered minds and mourn for the green Perhaps she must be forceful and wring the colours dry Her fingertips atrophy from such an aged torture Oh, true Mother, you have fallen from such heights

Such a delicate trauma from beyond your celestial bloom The acrid smoke ensnares your lungs of foliage and heart of earth Defeat doesn’t suit your once gilded boughs of fruition Nor does it shine from the murky waters dulled with refuse

Permit us a chance to redeem and render such dangers no more Let the birds glide in unborrowed skies of blue Let the plants entwine in rich soils Let the world imbibe on life

For it is given as it is destroyed, sculpted by hands of cruelty We must be aware of all that we kiss into oblivion If not for the continual thrum of her cries Then for her tears, mourning all that’s already lost