Something happened

Gentle, starlit fingers of mercy touch the boughs of misery and light floods in
Crosses born, are burnt and within the ash the mystery of life can renew
A silent cry is washed away by the last moonlit glow
Innocence and virtue renewed, awashing the plaines of this earth
A dream is this but I dare to dream so that I may be who I am

Morning raindrops of ebony fall onto parched soil, which laps it up gratefully
Pressures of life seem to dissapear and all life feels it's glory
Trees ancient and wise, open their boughs to the newborn sun
Blossoms appear untainted and glowing with colour
An infants cry is calmed by the movement of the tide

Pleasant these dreams are, but reality is not a porthole they can reach
darkness has crept into this earth and no amount of wishing can surpass it
Mountains covered in the darkness of man seem to close in around us
Choking us all in smog thick and polluted, damaging the lungs of the earth
While children play in dirt and the greed of man

Another day is born but nothing has changed
The dust of man lies inches thick across the whole world
Mother earth is leaving us to our own devices
She has given up the war, given up the fight
Battles she has fought, but we have cast the net ....

and like a fish, she is drowning in our air.