Energy never dies it just changes form
Mother Green
©2007 Karla Johnston, InnerConstellation.com
Dry bones buried inside your recesses,
beneath the Acacia grove.
Emerald leaves fall like stars from heaven,
autumn moon traverses on.
Uprooted from the river bed,
Water Lily sacrificed to earthen mound,
terribly wanting,
not foreign to this weeping place.
Tears of sorrow, uncontained,
wed the land.
Flower of the pond,
no longer insufficient.
Bridge to ford the stream,
cross-over unseen.
Precious child received,
into the arms of Mother Green.
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