Ancient Land, Timeless Land,

Where once stood boulders,

Now grains of sand.

A Land of Myth, Legend and Story,

Of Ancient Peoples, who have been treated poorly.

A land within which, for those who can see,

The Spirits of Ancestors, all around us they be.

In rock, in branch, in mountain or tree,

Still part of this landscape they all be.

A Land once managed with love and care,

Now calls out to us in despair,

As fires unleash their raging passion

To cleanse this land of ignorance, arrogance and lack of compassion.

Like a Phoenix from the ashes rising,

It’s really not very surprising

New growth then comes with the rains,

And growth is never without its’ pains.

As healing begins, the land is washed clean,

And once again the landscape’s vibrant green.

A far cry, from the barren, brown, stagnant and dry.

The winds of change are blowing strong

And I often wonder just how long

It will take for all of Humanity to see

Not separate from nature and each other we be.

Copyright C. O’Connor, March 2020.