Lost Paradise

Thunder yells, lightening answers
the earth cracks up laughing,
the mountain groans
under its own weight.

The Thunder agains yells this time swearing,
the clouds return the call this time,
opening up their wings,
the cranes soars the ghastly blue sky,
Singing in lust and admiration

The earth responds to this quail,
Opens her thirsty womb to this unquenable lust,
Satisfies the hunger and greed of those who feed on her,
those puny mortals who yeild to her every whim to gain salvation.

Eons pass, the thunder still yells,
Lightening still answers,
The earth no longer cracks laughing
the mountains seem subdued by the monsters that it once towered over.

THe thunder is still awaiting an answer,
but the clouds cower away,
In search of friendlier lands
of want and need,of greed and lust.

The womb needs no satisfaction,
THe thirst that has become a myrid Desert,
the puny mortals rule the yellow aging spreading sand,
While the Crane searches soaring the skies

Searching for a paradise that was lost
never to be regained,
while the thunder still awaits for a response
to its might,
While the Earth bows down her head
to the mortals who now rule her.....