She Is At Change Poem by Daniel Richards

I see the purples and pinks,
Fly by my eye,
Up wards to the heavens,
To the roof of our sky, the roof of our sky, roof of our sky

I’m checking the wet floor, on which they arrived,
The reflecting colours, seen only by my eye,
Now I follow the luminescent glow from up under my feet
And it flows like a river in search of the sky,
Pouring the blues out to extinguish the greys,
Allowing room for the brightest of lights torrents of rays

Shaking in a virtuoso of rhythm and rhyme
Lyrically silent but still I hear the vibrations of a melodious climb
Rumbles of thunder and flashes of light,
Shaking plates slide, bleeding discharge of venomous reds,
Blazing in its surge,
Encompassing more then our earth’s core,
It’s her heart and she should bleed no more

Broken by man shattered by ignorance, but hopeful because of a few
Not man, nor planet
But photons which are soon due,
Her ally, from which she came, photons which we will be extinguished by once again,
Until her golden age reopen the gates,
For man to wander once again, in a paradise earth, a garden of truth,
Where spirits become one two three then more, where shadows are never cast upon anyone anything anymore

May her broken heart mend in time, mother Gaia I do true on behalf of all repent
For our sins envisaged upon and pain we implement, may next time be much different
And like the Hopi..., endear you with absolution and reverence

Our Mother Gaia of such brilliance