Brian Dempsey
Blue Fields
Your thunderous echoes are the chorus of the land.
The sun is the director keeping up each beat.
Footsteps graze your presence leaving their mark behind in memory.
Each day you open up your eyes to a blend of silence and ambience.
Oh how I wish your ancestors were still alive, their whispering among the trees.
Sun flowers and petals are traveling in packs likes animals towards an unknown destination.
Give them your strength and surely they will find clearing to make new life.
You give animals a place to stay; their gratitude's to you are indescribably.
Each year a surprise awaits you for your hard work and dedication for you shall receive eternal cleanliness and honors.
In time a cloud is on the horizon.
Your appearance goes from blue to green to yellow.
The population starts to migrate to one of your siblings before they are no longer.
Give me the strength you gave my brothers and sisters so I may rid of them and bring back peace.
Once they have gone I shall restore what was damaged and scarred.
Before I go please tell the little people I will cover them with my blanket.
Going into the night let them sleep in the comfort of the gods watching from above.
Keep them safe from the shadows of the night, and all will be forgiven.
You have heard my words of wisdom, now be off before it's too late.
The sun will be heard so you may go home, the power is within you.
May the lords peace be with each and every one of you, Amen.