Notice

she wrapped her arms around the moon
and spoke directly to the rain
"Next time, love, please be quicker to notice the pain"
All sacred elements do conspire
to balance the wild intention of wind...
with the rapidly spreading heat of fire
we know the power of water can be harnessed
to follow paths of pressing human need
At one time water just simply fell
now they employ a "seed"
Artificial clouds forming, excessive garbage in the sea
so many wars raging,
from which we must set ourselves free
she wrapped her arms around the moon
and from deep inside arose a melody to croon
please bring back vision, help us cultivate sight
from the pale first light of dawn,
to the velvet blackness of night