sitting on this lonely cliff top
I watch the waves crashing against the rocks below.
high as I am
the spray still sparkles on the grass all around me...
feeling cool and fresh on my naked skin.
the wind...
blowing through my tousled hair,
seems to carry a sound, a cry...
not the screeching of the gulls overhead..
but another.. older.. deeper sound
that touches my very soul.
is it the cry of the earth
calling out to anyone who listens?
is it the cry of the earth
asking us to cease our destruction
before it is too late?
before we destroy the very ground we walk upon...
asking us to return to her
all that we have taken...
so thoughtlessly..
so needlessly..
and I wonder how long it will be
before mankind hears his mother's plea
and heeds her troubled song?
how long will it be
before we join together and cease our endless wars...
to put behind us the ways of hate
...the differences we fail to understand...
and save our wondrous world..
so lovingly created
yet so easily destroyed?
