Great Mother Earth
Listen...
FEEL the echoes in the wind
as we traverse the great divide
on tops of hills truly alive
with the sounds of music.
Gleaners of pathways some
would call the stairway
to heaven...
Though others as of yet unsure,
for fear this earth has
collapsed at their feet.
Theirs...
A world of grainy vision,
a vast great beyond,
forsaken by all others.
Ours...
An infinate world that
gleams no limitations
in pixilations
Colors painted in beauty...
The gradual extrapolation
of our brief memory here
on this planet...
Copyright © Christine Wessels | Year Posted 2008
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