© Michele-lee Phelan
As it lay in the sun, a snake dreams of Life,
Filled with much killing, bloody wars, and strife.
Of human's cruel who think they rule the land -
The lives they have ended, lay countless like sand.
The Highest is weeping in Heavens above;
It cries for the world it created with love,
A world that is breaking like harsh words break heart,
A world that mourns the death of each spark.
Each spark that is taken equals a life,
A life that is ended now bloodshed is rife.
The wise serpent it lay asleep in the sun;
It dreams of how evil this world has become.
As father kills wife and mother kills child,
As brother kills brother, and animal wild,
As tractors tear down the old ancient tree;
The serpent it writhes in a dream's agony.
When babies are murdered in mother's womb
The walls of her temple are now baby's tomb.
When clouds in the sky no longer give rain;
No more crystal chimes, just a hissing refrain.
When money is worshipped more than the High