by on January 31, 2014 :: 0 comments

I am the darkest earth and rest in peace,
Easing green shoots of spring into the sun,
Tempting into my world new autumn leaves,
Where wars of life and death are lost or won.
A secret place where eyes are sometimes closed,
Their sense of touch – so should our planet be –
Sentient beings often felt as ghosts,
Realising, at last, they are now free!
So turn me over with your fork and spade,
This is your plot as well as our shared home,
We are but stardust, stars that shall not fade.
A cosmic space from which we never roam.
So do not fear to join my starlit night,
This is our raison d’etre, our birthright.

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