approach the forest
see the youth with horns
atop his head, running running
free like the creatures
beneath the sunlit day
’til Artemis show her pale face
she looks down on creation
it is beautiful

Mercury with the wingéd heel
runs through the sky
pulling the winds this way and that
laughing sadly at the human world
watching them destroy themselves
crying as creation cries
dying as creation dies
it was beautiful

fiery heart of the Mother
exploding to the surface of creation
flows then cools
becoming vulnerable earth
heat and flames
used to brun the things
that make the poison
the death of beautiful

global waters of the sea
no longer clear blue oceans
made from the salt tears of our Lady
pumped full of poisons
she silently screams for help
she calls to her children
she believes it’s not too late
it can still be beautiful