~
Ancient Winds ~
Upon the winds the Ancients
whisper
A troubled restless sighing
From the north, south, east and west
Times of discontent and askance why...
Has mankind forsaken Mother Earth to
die
Those that could save her will not and
continue to lie
Where shall you plant your feet... oh
mighty man?
When there is no blade of grass or
land
No tree to shelter you from the
blistering heat
As silent lays her heart beat
Her tears have dried in the river bed
While you pillaged and forgot the
words that were said
Will you look for the stars on a
blanket of black velvet
Only to find a gaping hole of
emptiness
The gold dust in your pocket will blow
away on a hot dry day
As you'll be left searching for
something to spend
So the Ancients whisper ...upon the
wings of the wind
Because mankind refused to care, to
love, to blend
Walk with her , not on her.
~*~
Bonnie Ray
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2005
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