"She swayed contently in the mellow breeze,
The various crystal green adornments resounding with a lively melody,
A gentle tune that compelled her close blooming children to sleep,
Their weary sighs a whisper of budding innocence.
As the sky wept and bellowed at the absence of light,
And the Great Mother shook with the force of her kin's sorrow,
Man crested the ragged slope with trembling limbs,
Further and further he stumbled, until he was before her.
With breath a fervent beat, he buckled,
His head bowed in a silent plea,
And with a flowering fondness,
She swept her arms around him in a tender embrace,
Her foundations shaking as she sheltered Man from the raging storm.
The buzz of life was a wave that built with every passing moment, full of energy,
And with her arms stretched in a silent greeting to the sun,
She glanced earthward, emerald glinting with the movement,
To find a cold and desolate imprint in the bed of grass.
Every heartbeat left her more hollow then the next,
The Wind attempted to ebb her raging fire with his cool breeze,
But nothing could quell the sweeping fever,
And with her ever last breath drawn,
Her once emerald leaves withered to an auburn hue,
And descended from her worn branches,
Mournfully into the Great Mother's anticipating arms."
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The Faceless Truths
PoetryIt is human nature to fabricate illusions to shield us from our reality. 'The Faceless Truths' exposes thoughts and feelings we would rather keep buried, tearing away the veils we use to distort our perception of reality. The poems and short storie...
