Jun 2nd 2010 Old Earth
My soul longs for old earth
no roads
machines
senseless noise
Just the wings of birds cutting through the air
The sound of sunlight as it rains through the leaves
The heartbeat of the planet as it throbs and moves and becomes
all
Rain falling and pooling and running down the rocks and washes, dancing on the leaves,
soaking ever so gently into the soil
That we silly humans, so bent on destruction
could
Turn our hands to healing
touching
loving our earth
(Sara Melnicoff contributed this.)
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