Poisons of Man

I woke to the sound of tears echoing form a downspout Heard the sobbing whispering between the leaves As I listened in the stillness I heard moans coming from the earth I walked around my so called garden with cup in hand my toes all wet From tears of the Angels who shed their tears in joy and anguish The trees were alive in the deafening sound of Bees at work As the shadows inger in the dim daylight The morning air growing sultry from the lingering embrace of morning light and late darkness in their eternal love affair Slowly at first the leaves begin to move shaking of the Angels tears as the still cool morning breeze begins to rise Shortly the passion of a lover's breath will carry through the day as the warmth of Summer will kiss my skin While within the lingering shadows the cooling caresses fade and my beautiful Terra cries out in almost silence from the poisons of man