Its A Good Thing These Lines Shall Outlive Your Lightyears Poem by Anthony Edmond John

Let these Saliencies hymn...
Listen as they rightly chime...
To hell with Men with that faces that grim...
He duffed hats devoid of rims...
Wore outfits that looked trim..coats, fur and silk but His heart carried two portions of a undiluted volcanic milk..Towards his fellow Men As hard as stone..Towards Mother Earth as inconsiderate as a Bone...
The Sage was crowned within Those realms that lovingly groom...
Those Salient days when The Sage would sit to sing and quail...
These same solemn lines did he compile, Lines that never can go stale...
To him, Mother earth did come alive to Honour her salient Son..With kisses of Honour plant directly on His forehead...
That same day didst the Sage cry unto Mother to turn her Eyes of compassion upon Mankind, Her insolent offspring...
This line is an ode to thy sweet child..Nature...
We The Salient Beings write to Hail You our Mother..In Your Glorious composture...
Lines to Last through those many Lightyears..Selah...
Yes, Yes we have this once again picked Quail, Ink and this Solemn page to Salute Our Sweet Mother Earth.