As heavens fall we wonder why,
Tomorrow comes, then, anguished, dies,
While mortal man gives up his heart,
And, even worse, destroys his art,
As hells arise with deadly cries.

So weak the bleat of sheep-fold sighs,
As stars rain down and blind glass eyes,
How sad to lose, again, head start,
As heavens fall.

So simple Golden Rule supplies
A way to help our spirits fly,
But heads are turned to plastic art
And Mankind fails to life-impart
The will applied. The world’s awry
As heavens fall.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 10/26/12