Words shoot across the wind like lovers’ darts,
so many left to say, unsaid,
while in the sky the stars look down on empty worlds
and listen to the echo of a song.
This turning planet once was blue,
turning grey as ashes fall;
there is nothing we can do,
and nothing will ever be the same again.
Listen for the rhythm in the air,
the beating wings of ghostly swans,
carrying the soul of music to the stars
This piece written by;
An ancient dream
travelling time, ambles
An unfeared power
by what once was
human, gambled on
one soul an humanality..
As destruction of all types
rained about thee..
A collective was born
through children.. Listen quietly,
you could still hear, the echo
of their whispers, today..
Saving mankind, an helping
Mrs. Nature, to live
Written by myself!