The Wandering of the Tithes

Floating, gliding out of your reach  . . .
Whatever my dues,
You can take care of them

The sun had set
A wonderful hue of red-orange
The world was quiet to enjoy it

The peace that ends all wars-
Until a bombshell breaks the silence.

Oh, the dew,
It had been so sweet on my tongue,
If I try hard enough I can just taste it . . .
Just taste it . . .

And we were together
We were one,
Nothing to tear us apart from are natural balance . . .
We had purpose and now the trees shudder at your contact . . .

We would laugh and play together
And now the grass dies where you stand . . .

But now, the dew is poison to me . . . .
Sparkling on the brown-green blades of grass-
They were pure green once, when we were in touch . . .

The trees were tall . . .
Towering with their green leaves and fine feathered birds nestling on the gnarly branches  . . .

They took flight when you knocked down their home to  build yours.
And now you ask me why I forsake you . . .
Why I left your gentle hands long ago?

As your oil gently pools into the oceans,
The black mingling on the green,
Filtering through my brother's gills
While my sister pries her beak from a Coke can.

Pay your tithes, friend . . .
What is there else to atone for?

Meanwhile we are no more.

Turn cold my loving embrace.
We had danced around ancient fires . . . .
Then you let me go.