The Brown Mother

Brown is the most cunning of all the hues.

Camouflaged, stashed away without a clue.

Why must I deceive?

Why must I thrive in the shadows?

Is it my sack filled with illusions reaching sizes of scaffolds?

Unbeknownst to me, I slumber.

Forgotten and ripped away from the journey of my past mothers.

As the Earth quakes it creates a rare stone of scarlet hue.

The Red Ruby pulsates within the Brown Mother;

her blood dances to the beat of the tune.

The Yellow Sun awakens to gaze at the Brown Mother rise.

In awe the way her skin reflects the golden specks,

Consuming all the truths of time.

The Blue Ocean -- embarrassed, unsettled of its past crimes:

Transported the Brown Mother on an Ark made of pine.

A vow to serve the Brown Mother; she will always survive.

The sips from the river flow through her to keep her alive.

One gemstone of Red Ruby,

One sip of the Ocean Blue,

One blinding Yellow Sun, is what created you.

From your deep-coiled hair to your beautiful doe eyes too.

These colors birthed Brown; this was a promise to you.

The Yellow Sun will weep as the Brown Mother sets.

Just as the Red Ruby’s time comes to an end.

The Blue Ocean and Cerulean Skies

will thunder and shriek at her demise.

And so she sprinkles

only to fade amongst the Earth.

While the Waters sob into the dirt

They settle in preparation of a rebirth.

And again, a Red Ruby will emerge from the soil.

Preserving the oath made to the very first Brown Mother