Wind falls from the sky,
The twirling gust grooms the earth,
I cant hear the earth sigh,
But I hear her groan,
She shifts her posture,
What lies hidden within her dreams?
Her lips are unread to me.
Rain soaks into the ground?
Fed by waving oceans,
Housings for the ménage,
As Waves shiver bodies they crash against,
Her substance yields despite affinity,
O the moon turns his back on us,
Yet she cherishes his effection,
His untouching embrace.
A radiant love reflects within her blue,
Bare Greens and browns show their flesh,
They lookup but they cant,
As her undirected love is too strong,
A message sent out for all to see,
All who will look,
An inspiration found by many is the fuel she supplies,
Passed on unending.