the earth is young the earth is old the earth has stories to hide
the waters are greying the mud blends with wine
and we move but cant feel the ride
the beasts are swimming still crawl sometimes fly
the creeping things envy the winged
its heart beat is slowing you might hear it make sigh
as the earth wedding finger sits unringed
who would who could be a groom to a planet
who would who could grieve its ashes
who would forgive it the blood on its granite
and mop the raw filth from its lashes
who could love what's falling apart
who would clean up its need
who would whistle it home from its lusts
Who would be such an Angler indeed
About the Creator
Todd Thurman
Thinker of stray thoughts, lover of Kindness, hopefully God's child.
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