Imagine

I wandered amoung the clouds,
Away from the noise and the crowds.
Thoughts come to me more clearly,
Of friends and family I hold dearly.

Some are here amoung the clouds,
Some are on their way.
Hastening a demise fueled by pain,
Feeling nothing left to gain.

Wandering here amoung the clouds,
It seems to me that God is proud.
But at the same time He speaks to me,
"Tell my children and tell them loud.

Stop the madness you are creating,
For if you don't I will be waiting.
Along with those gone on before,
Who've crossed the bridge and live no more.

Upon my earth so fair,
It's by my grace that you are there,
In the first place.

Heed me not,
If it be your freewill,
But your Mother Earth,
I'll not let you kill".

Wandering here amoung the clouds,
Away from the noise and the crowds.

(c)2008 Walt Hardester