Universal Translator

Sunday, 6 April 2014

"The Earth"



The great oak rises from the regal earth,
Its huge branches reaching, twisting and turning toward the sky like slow lightening. 
Ancient lightening from the earth bursting forth,
A slow green spark lit by the earth herself.
Through the eons, the steady earth goes gently with seasonal rhythm.
And hard rock melts into tears of sand,
While the sky moves with wild abandon; its wind, its lightening and storms,
A warrior in a constant war whose battles change daily;
The earth, an aged queen,
Repeats herself, quietly retelling her story forever.


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