Grey Shall Turn Thine Green Pride

Once, Earth felt proud in her family meet. I've the power to create—unlike all you, All ye art pale shadows with no light lit, Nature has blest me with a rare virtue, I alone can nurture life and nourish, Sun knows to scorch mad one day to perish. Sun smiled a benign smile showing no ire. I burn off my flesh part by very part, What ye call scorching heat is sacred fire Thine womb to warm my child, give thee upstart, My sacrifice O of billions of years Help thou witness upon thee trillion cheers. If I were to scorch thee a wee bit more, To ash shall turn thine green pride on grey shore. ____________________________________________________ Sonnets | 01.11.07 |