Eternal Updrafts

Soaring upon the healing caress of eternal updrafts Void of the thundering roars of man made mobile crafts The songs of Mother Mountain echoing in perpetual silence Piercing my heart like a plague of dreadful pestilence. Barren from swords of men that slashed and burned Wounded by those greedy hearts that scorned Her lush emerald crown adorns her head no more With teardrops of dew wasting in destruction galore Upon her bosom I rest my tired wings Weak and uncertain of what the future may bring to all the creatures of mother mountain Who now weep in mournful disdain. Do you not see the loss your greed has wrought? Our home, our emerald shelter covers us naught. Left to wither and die under the searing heat Can’t you hear the silence of her heartbeat? My cries echo upon the barren earth Tearfully letting go from my beloved perch As I spread my wings, the winds to catch To soar upon the caress of eternal updrafts.