The Dark Angels Are Near

Golden sky white clouds a mass vapor and water and so the skies begin to move into a gray from a year of drought, dry trees and bushes, dry rivers and ponds, empty creeks the birds crying out one large container filled with water from a caring human, squirrels and crows visited And then came the rains, weeks of them gray clouds, darken as the day went on rivers started to flow, ponds grew, creeks expanded. Animals drank and tried not to drown. The days were cold, the nights colder My old dog looked as the door opened and choose not to go out hours later he finally had to go and he ran back with a uncertain look Sitting in the sofa with white lights on, old songs, hippies once, old men now, creaking voice sounds behind the beautiful glowing guitars and spiraling pianos wood and springs Pianist strums and we listen Deep long sounds. What will the next year bring after last year, drought fire and rains. Mother earth is tired of us and we of her. Pray that the youth of the world is able rejuvenate and raise the world again For the dark angels are nearby and we are deeply tired with little light left and they are watching Wondering if it times to free the earth And open up the waters and skies Without an ARK