Restore the Land

Bring the ocean to the forest where flames lick the dead. Banish hot scalding lava with a surging polar flow. Tug the mountain from its roots. Shove it onto the wet earth, ordered to suck the torrent and spew it into the sea. Pour cement on the headland, freeze the cold mud solid; hold back the squishy slide, let rock embrace the shoreline. Shout to the cowardly sun slipping into wispy haze; send the hawk from its nest with talons to rip the screen. Run o'er the half-baked moon picking up pieces of the dark; cast them off the forward bow or stuff them in mud-duck's ear. Shore up the timbers of home, bar each window with steel; order oaks to clutch their limbs, thrust down extended claws. Strap on a double edged blade, strap it high upon your thigh; meet the invader with courage, leave him begging for mercy. Turn the chaff deep down under, call forth the rich black loam; plant seeds ready to burst. Renew, renew the ravaged Eden.