Weep For Her

Weep hard and long into the night for the earth.

For she has no more tears in which to cry.

Once vibrant streams now muster but a trickle.

Others have given up the ghost and died.

For this fertile soil which once lay beneath my feet.

Now is but blowing dust running down an empty street.

So weep for her utterly since she weeps no more.

Weep for this our earth as she prepares to take her leave.

For of this and as I speak she delivers forth in woes and pangs.

Scourges left by man, onslaughts of diversity in droughts and torrential rains.

So how can it not be when man in his greed asks of these calamities…Why?

Can he not see or has his gluttonous ways caused himself to grow evermore blind.

Nay, we shall not ever see, for even though it was written, its part of our pre-destiny.

J. Allen Wilson © 8/2007