Only There I feel the thunder
Calming Seas amongst the wonder
Only There on that horizon I see
Purpose in it all. A destination to be
Only There in the deep recesses of the mind
Feelings so pleasant and sublime
Only There mingling among the Spirits of Nature
Humbling down all of One's stature
Only There Madre Terre so beckons to see
In such freedom and raw intensity
Only there to be so calm. So serene.
The most beautiful vision I've ever seen
Only There to "see" where I often go
Anything Madre Terre wants to show
Note: Madre Terre = Mother Earth or Mother Nature
Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson
Written 1/29/2010
Inspired by photography by: Troy Breaux
Listen to Mother Earth
when it sadly speaks;.
its cry you must heed...
feel despair in her chant.
A net full of salmons rewarded me
for my hard labor as delight made me free:
to let my spirit roam through the prairie,
and despite the sweat dripping...I was happy.
Today, I look into the murky waters
and they are full of dead fishes that attract the wildcat,
as the riverbed becomes drier by the hours;
why is the flow so slow...hasn't the snow melted yet?
Peaceful and pristine this river once was;
now, stop and listen to Mother Earth.
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
Listen to Mother Earth
when it sadly speaks;
its cry you must heed...
feel despair in her chant.
A net full of salmons rewarded me
for my hard labor as delight made me free:
to let my spirit roam through the prairie,
and despite the sweat dripping...I was happy.
Today, I look into the murky waters
and they are full of dead fishes that attract the wildcat,
as the riverbed becomes drier by the hours;
why is the flow slow...hasn't the snow melted yet?
Pristine and healthy this river once was;
now, stop and listen to Mother Earth.
Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci
a child did to her mother say
why have the bees all gone away
those flutterbyes with coloured wings
and all those creepy crawlie things
its winter now her mother said
the insects have all gone to bed
when springtime comes they,ll wipe their eyes
those bumblebees and butterflies
and start the cycle once again
unless they,re killed by acid rain
or chemicals that farmers spray
to keep the insects far away
then one day soon we all will say
why have the bees all gone away
In the dead of winter Mother Nature is callous and cruel
The wind bites the cheeks as it whistles around the corner
The ice crystals sting the eye like a desert sand storm
Only to blind you with it's forceful gusts
The land becomes colorless filled with white
In the dead of winter Mother Nature is callous and cruel
The trees become stripped of their leaves
And the wind howls through the branches
As the wind swirls and twirls
It freezes everything in sight
In the dead of winter Mother Nature is callous and cruel
As sheer ice covers the landscape
The snow drifts begin to pile
looking like dunes of desert sand
The roads start to become impassable
In the dead of winter Mother nature is callous and cruel
In the dead of winter Mother nature is callous and cruel
The ponds and rivers freeze to solid ice
Snow storms hit with a powerful vengeance
Blinding everything in it's snowy path.
Written in tribute to William Wordsworths 'Daffodils'
Earth’s mantle slowly turns from white to green
As born of winter’s womb new life begins
Shoots grow, restoring colours to the scene
To herald Mother Earth’s awakening,
Who on arising casts off winter’s throw
Enlivened by the warmth of the sun’s first glow
Her wakening is welcomed by the trees
Who’ve stood for so long bleak against the sky
They feel her sweet caress within the breeze
That spirals ‘tween each branch as she goes by,
Boughs which once were barren, cold, and grey
Now blossom, as within her arms they lay.
The plenitude of Mother Earth abounds
As nature’s kisses fall in April showers
Rejuvenating seeds, laying dormant underground
Bringing forth a myriad of blossoming flowers,
Land once covered by a veil of white
Is now a mass of colour, fresh and bright
Fields and woodland brim with new creation
Who give thanks to Mother Earth for all her gifts,
Birds upon the wing sing exultations
As winter’s deep depression finally lifts
The last remaining shadows, eclipsed now by the sun
A sonorous proclamation that spring, at last, has come.
The little leaf held tightly
to his mother tree's bark.
He started to get frightened
when the sky began to get dark.
But the mother tree comforted him,
filling his little heart with love.
"It puts the world to sleep," she said,
"and is sent from the One above."
As the love between the leaf and tree grew stronger,
the weather began to change.
The color of green seemed to fade,
and the little leaf felt strange.
"What is happening to me?"
he asked his mother tree.
"It's a natural part of life, my child," she said,
"you're becoming who you're meant to be."
The leaf turned a beautiful bright yellow,
as summer changed into fall.
He danced in the golden sunlight,
feeling a thousand feet tall.
Again, the weather started to change,
and the growing leaf asked to leave.
So the mother tree let go of her child,
but her heart wanted to grieve.
The cold wind blew this little leaf
far away from his mother tree.
As he joined the sleepy earth,
he was glad that his mother set him free.
As the Mother of all Mothers,
mixes yellow into blue...
Fahrenheit shall rise.
Hence forth, the snow melts...
Brings the ferocious waters.
Ownership nay!
She shall consume all!
Fastidious wench,
be gone again...
with the new season...
of the weddings.
I wrote this Feb. 2005, it is about Mother Nature turning the Earth to Spring and how she is in
control of us and how hard she is to please, we are at her mercy until June comes and
summer settles things down. Judy Riley
Soaring upon the healing caress of eternal updrafts
Void of the thundering roars of man made mobile crafts
The songs of Mother Mountain echoing in perpetual silence
Piercing my heart like a plague of dreadful pestilence.
Barren from swords of men that slashed and burned
Wounded by those greedy hearts that scorned
Her lush emerald crown adorns her head no more
With teardrops of dew wasting in destruction galore
Upon her bosom I rest my tired wings
Weak and uncertain of what the future may bring
to all the creatures of mother mountain
Who now weep in mournful disdain.
Do you not see the loss your greed has wrought?
Our home, our emerald shelter covers us naught.
Left to wither and die under the searing heat
Can’t you hear the silence of her heartbeat?
My cries echo upon the barren earth
Tearfully letting go from my beloved perch
As I spread my wings, the winds to catch
To soar upon the caress of eternal updrafts.