point of view.

earth beneath us
the roots they form
rain falls down, 
                         down, 
                                    down.


rivers sip the lies and the sins
the screams of child's needs
     the sun that beams, follow my lead


 beneath me, our mother rises to the yellow moon
     with the sway of the wind, the branches dance,
                                                                              dance,
                                                                                        dance.