Elemental Birth
Men were the twin of earthen life,
And long have lived astride.
Back when they listened to noises at night
And saw the stars at the eventide
Men were the listeners to stories told,
By trees in air and grass on ground.
They heard of things ancient and old
Through musical notes of nature's sound
They heard the plots nature planned,
To retrive her raped and pillaged land.
They had heard the old oaks reminisce,
Of a time before man's presence
The worlds the old oaks rhymed in verse,
Made the sting of man the worse
The very songs they sang
Are listed here:
"Caught in the bellow's burning bolero, of sparks of warm anger.
Caught in the hot, powerful pot of the fetid red volcano.
The archaic heat, predates the aseptic seed,
Sewn by the hands of men."
"Caught in the rain's trickling tickle, of drops of cold refusal.
Caught in the slow, drag and flow of the icy river bed.
The aborning cold, before the tangible warming fold,
Forged by the hands of men."
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