Spirit Mother

She walks on forgotten whispers

gown blowing in lost conversations

She smiles at rays of sunshine

that fall on extinct nations

She talks to troubled spirits

hands gesturing in the moonlight

She frowns at falling teardrops

lost amid the stars so white

She lingers in the autumn breeze

tresses weaving about her face

She sighs at languages long lost

at human wars for greed, for race

She cries as forests fall in silence

gracefully slipping slowly away

She turns her eyes in shame and sorrow

and fades into the coming day