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Mother Nature

On the mist covered hill of a madman's playground,
one lonely tear was found.
It came from the heart of a woman so old,
that even her soul had grown cold.
She spoke of a time when peace ruled the earth,
and out of each death came rebirth.
But now the men rule with their frivolous ways,
and moon nights have changed to sun days.
When Zeus came down from his mountain so high,
and Christ come out of the sky,
she left her home from under the tree,
and her heart was no longer free.
With her head bowed down she started to cry,
to the earth she said goodbye.
And now she's grown old, tired and sad,
with grey hair and ancient grace
and no one would notice that single tear,
coming down Mother Natures face.

copyright 2000

I had the idea for this poem from a dream. I woke from the dream and immediately started writing. About ten minutes later, this was the outcome.