I Tarry In Your Garden

Mama Earth I beckon unto you,not to turn your back on me ,I am your weary child but I am still smiling. In the morning I want to go to your beautiful garden ,where the breeze is light and the sun shines through the trees softly glistening, Mother are you listening? I want to Tarry while birds still sing, after the torrent rain; And mother ask Father Sky to forgive us here. In your garden I do grow... you have woven me a garment anew. I deliberate in your garden: Where the Eagles rest and the Robins nest; As I put on my garment of dew...I want to tarry for awhile in your garden, in my garment so befitting.. I love you Mother, before and after the torrent rain; Then suddenly my heart runs rapid: I hear Father Sky's loud thunder,ask him to forgive us for the plunder! I look up to see my brother the Moon; My Ancestors are the stars. So I tarry in your Garden Mother saturated in your wet kiss,The only sacred place for me; I am fulfilled in your perfect Bliss . End Poem