Mother Nature

to the oldest wrinkle in time
even in your weakness, pain and grime
hold us strength and a little more
don’t let waste finally learn us to climb.

you gave us wrought shrapnel of air
faint fossil sounds in faithless fears.
we recall your wrath mixed with water,
the fire in your eyes
that dampened the sky
gave us lunar days and less heroic suns.
if our sins are not more than stars
then don’t fade away into the apocalypse.
These indentations are looking similar
to the drizzles that come with Armageddon
forgive our middle-east, Russians and Nigerians
forgive the dogs that claim they’re beasts
forgive our babel, our animated souls
water, carry us and go, beside fire beside wind.

to the oldest wrinkle in time
even in your weakness, pain and grime
hold us strength and a little more
don’t let waste finally learn us to climb.

Ruddapoet