I climbed atop the highest mountain
And heard what sounded like a whisper
I looked and looked but could not sight a soul
The wind whistled and spake unto me.
‘Please oh please set my stars free
Let my beautiful trees be
Allow my clouds to rain tomorrow
To free my world from polluted sorrow.'
‘My sun doesn't shine with rays of heaven
‘Cause of hatred related to September eleven
My moon has dulled from a suffered pain
All inflicted from human gain.'
I felt the agony and the anguish
From what the voice had spake unto me
The rain camouflaged my tears
And the voice spake unto me again.
‘My oceans are filled with salt from my eyes
Clouds are hidden from smog in my skies
Why does man defile my heart?
And tear my creation apart.'
‘Why does man fill the world with hatred?
And war in my son's name, so sacred
Why does man kill my creation?
And let enmity fill ev'ry nation.'
‘Why oh why do I see my son
Lucifer in the heart of the world's spectrum
Why oh why do I see the souls
Of the world being dissolved.'
‘Please oh please hear mother's dying call
And my voice, let rise above all
Please oh please hear my cry
And let not my creations die.'
So to the lord's heart, I flee there
And spake unto man his dying prayer
We must be the change we wish to see
To set our lord's creations free.
Very Divine beautiful Theo! Let it be so! it is done. An incredible soulful write! Love and Light
This is spectacular...wonderful....fantastic...need I say more....bravo will rate this 10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God bless Theo Williams.