Focusing on giving to the earth
Allowing one to receive many fold more in return
Relying on the rhythms of the weather
Memorizing the song of rain and sun, growth and decay
Everything a relationship with the soil and the sky
Results in a labor of love
Revealing each tear slowly
As the thought of you not being here sets in
It soon becomes a torrent, soaking the earth in front of me
Not that I noticed. I was lost in the emotional downpour
Lifting a scoop of earth.
And smelling the damp dark soil.
Nothing Is quite like it in the world. It recharges the soul.
Doing the same with this white stuff? Yeah, not that.
Reaching from one horizon to the other
A pair of dull gray arms hug the hard-compacted earth underneath
Iron spikes cement the bond of their timeless relationship
Lasting valentine to the age of steam
Delving deep into the vowels of the earth
It made her happy with all the ease
Groans escaped from her girlfriend at the inhumane punnishment
Flowing water piled on top of flowing water
Leaving the water underneath it even wetter
Overwhelming the earth’s ability to contain the fluid assault
Obliterating the concept of dry land
Determined to not let an ark survive this time
As the alien ship slowly descended to the ground
Rachel tried to hold it together. She wished Lisa wasn’t late for their date
Reality seemed to warp, making her knees buckle as the craft touched down
It slowly opened to reveal a blinding light
Valiantly she took one step forward, then the second
As she got closer, she could see vague shapes
Later, Lisa looked at the scorched earth and wondered where Rachel was
Earth, air, fire, water
Life was simpler in the past
Everything was created with those four basic substances
Making up everyone’s reality
Except people knew there was something more
Now we have a periodic table filled with of over one hundred building blocks
That is how life goes, Mr. Watson. Starts off simple then becomes complex.
The drops of water slowly rolled down her face
Eventually falling to the dirt below
And yet neither her, nor that patch of earth, were quenched
Reality was that both needed more
She emptied herself trying though.
Some earth is rich and brown, ready for life to spring forth
Obviously this wasn’t that. The war had across this dirt
It was ashen gray and crumbled in Jim’s hands
Looking at the ruined horizon, Jim knew he had to make it work, or else…