Tides

Mother Earth holds us all in her arms,

engulfing us in a comfortable beauty.

She keeps us safe,

as we travel around the sun.
 

She’s gifted us the oceans and lakes,

the mountains and hills,

The fire dances with the trees, 

With no stopping, it spreads.

A horrific sight, indeed.

In the wake of this inferno, 

Growing up, music was always a constant. 

Then, it meant very little to me.

It was only background noise, but always there.