When Mother Cries

My tears have made the tidal floods That vanquished distant lands, Fierce flowing from the Father’s heart, my pains down from His hands. Yes, in me is Mother Earth Sans body and sans mind My very bowels imploding Four corners at a time. My seasons still a spiritual joy Leaves crisp, gold and brown. These blessed gifts you will receive. None other to be found. My spirit's aged in wisdom wine My tears are deluge strong Floating pass my days gone since. Feeling things some right, some wrong But young ones still see the stars The dreams they've not yet caught. And unto their yearning years, Earth's lessons can't be taught. Sans mind sans body, totally free My eyes like cloudless sky, Easing floods that plagued the land, Allowing Earth to dry. 9/10/2022 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 20' 11/12/2022 Sponsored by Mark Toney