Strolling in the moons showers
I carry the whispers of ancient powers
Wise, brave and strong am I
only at the moon do I cry
But why do I cry at the moon you ask?
With so little hope for the future, we can only look to the past
Past when the earth was young
When nothing could stop our noble run
When trees and flowers and animals were one
When nothing could kill our future, our young.
That why i cry to the moon
In hope that this struggle for life will end soon.
by Raychelle Rouchy