The crashing of the waves

Drowns out the howling sobs,

In a place only I have found,

Here the water flies in madness,

Making life seem so simple,

But every drop of water

Has its part to play,

Building a music man has forgotten,

Singing a song we no longer know,

It is only in moments of sadness,

When life’s blood and water

Touch the raging storm

That we come close to hearing

The ancient psalms,

Sung by Mother Nature

To heal the pain of living,

Walking and breathing on her soil,

So I submerge my mortal frame,

Just to feel her pull,

To hear her muffled words

And lament with her

At life so cruelly bartered,

How innocence has morphed,

Into the crazed being of society,

How conformity has dulled

The senses man had honed,

Her hum so beautiful and calming

Is but the poor man’s cure,

For if we heard the words themselves,

All would fall on bended knee

To power, love and strength,

There would be no more wars

If we heard the ground scream

With every misplaced shot,

There would be no more pain,

If we understood why the sky cries

All winter long,