Our World A Wonderous Place Once Again

Down the high mountains path I walk
breathing in the sweetnesses
of the trees and grasses and creatures
within this garden that is our Earth.
Not one scent is missing
not even those of the soil
and within it the smells
of the ashes of our people.
All our relations emit
their love of the Gaia
giving vibrations of birth and life
and death and decay.
I reach down and touch the beauty
of each ring within each stone
a part of these mountains so grande
and so alive with the thoughts
of my Father, our Creator.
How all of the natural beauty
of this causes such shock and awe
such cleansing of my soul
and fills my being with strength
and clarity and fills my heart with the words
of a mighty battle yet to come.
My Spirit cannot be drained again
by a thoughtless mindless soul void
hateful society as was once here
destroyed by the hosts of the heavens.
Salah...sha...