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SONG OF THE ANCIENT TREE.

Mother earth making love to father sky...
Giving birth to life, releasing a sigh...

The in breath of night interchanges with the out breath of day..
Much healing and wisdom does this melody play...

Countless old stories and mysteries can this tree unfold..
As above so below, as within so without we are told...

Along come these humans, they bring out their blade...
With ax and with fire it returns to sunlight from whence it is made...

The top soil erodes and there is no more rain...
When Mother and father no longer dance they can only give birth to pain...

Gone is the healthy air, fire, water and roots which nourish the land...
Man is the only creature who kills himself by his own hand.

The now silent song of the ancient tree asks why.. ???
For without its symbiotic rhythm.. we are ALL destined to die..

© - Bonny Hut

"Rape of the Land." - Detail. Oil on Canvas. Bonny Hut