The Cycle

The cycle  

 

The deafening shriek from the parched earth
Went piercing the heavens
A desperate call for help cometh
For liberation from the sweltering ovens.

The clouds answered in a thunderous roar
Marching across the oceans and hills,
Melted on the plight of the earth so dear.
Drenched in totality.....the earth smiled in bliss.

 

Desires satisfied, greenery returned

Life never had it so good, it seemed

Till (like all good things end) rain ceased

And the clamour returned.

 

Bound in the cycle of unending desire

That kindles destructive fire

The shriek of earth this time round

‘Oh, when will the liberation be found’?

 

 
RS,

23^rd Oct 2008