A flat, desert plain Cracked rocks and dry sand. Nothing. A cloud of dust rising, Way in the distance. A horse, cart and man, Walking through nothing. Sun so hot, Cracking the earth, Splitting in two. The horse, cart, and man Fall, into nothing.
Her bright eyes were sunken Into the deep folds of her skin. Her silver hair curled about her head Like a halo. Her lips were set in a permanent smile, Her back was hunched like a bow. Her bony hand reached for the sky, To catch a star, and put it in her pocket. Her back straightened as she stood, Her hair turned from silver to gold. Her eyes shined brighter With nothing to hide them. She was young again, Running through a field of bliss.
She is the mother. The mother of all the trees, Animals and ponds Around her. The soft-furred rabbit, And the sweet-smelling flowers, Are all her children. She holds them in her strong, Caring arms. She looks after them, Nurtures and cares for them. These are her children, And she loves them Even after they are gone. She knows she may be The only one who cares. The only who will save them When the humans come.