Lovers of Earth
The weather with its thunder and rain,
change of perception to takes us home again.
By the ecology of magic that remains,
or lifeless desserts that will find its names.
Through misty realms by wasters dreams,
dying trees without carbon in distress it seems.
To regain some sense of ground and gravity,
some ancient diversities is the approach in nativity.
The killing of earth by poisons and number,
politics, bankers and farmers plunder.
Mother of all secret creation to sustain,
convenient ignorance the invisible chain.
When human creation at its dire and best,
seeds containing enduring passion need to manifest.
Allowing true purpose intend to find,
away from actions that keep us blind.
Mother earth love brings true awakening,
forwarding the ultimate reasons of being.
The roots of our ancient truth is deep,
a sacred point of view that we reap.
Cut out the parasitic takers stories,
follow the generosity of spirit glories.
Living creative forces are sacred,
truth by living force well motivated.
Copyright © Robert Rittel | Year Posted 2020
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