The Mother
Moonlight, my friend, shine your silver light down to soak up and erase the problems of today.
Wind, would you kindly rustle the voices of my ancestors, let me hear their words of wisdom.
River, roll away the negatives of these days with your everflowing current.
Earth, forgive the ones who do not love and listen to you. For you have a voice.
Stars, bear witness to a reborn mind, body, and soul. Keep our records in the heavens always.
Copyright © Ty Alvarez | Year Posted 2017
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