THE OCEAN
Waves slam the beach
forging, rearranging the shoreline.
They recede, I feel their pull
from New Jersey to Greece.
Waves slam the beach
forging, rearranging the shoreline.
They recede, I feel their pull
from New Jersey to Greece.
A DROP OF WATER
Can you see?
No beginning;
No end;
And everything between.
**written by petra michelle (June 2008)**
The Plastic Age, A Documentary
Before the Deluge, Jackson Browne
Before The Deluge Lyrics
by Jackson Browne
Some of them were dreamers and some of them were fools
Who were making plans and thinking of the future
With the energy of the innocent, they were gathering the tools
They would need to make their journey, back to nature
Who were making plans and thinking of the future
With the energy of the innocent, they were gathering the tools
They would need to make their journey, back to nature
While the sand slipped through the opening
And their hands reached for the golden ring
With their hearts they turned to each other's hearts for refuge
In the troubled years that came before the deluge
And their hands reached for the golden ring
With their hearts they turned to each other's hearts for refuge
In the troubled years that came before the deluge
Some of them knew pleasure and some of them knew pain
And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered
And on the brave and crazy wings of youth
They went flyin' around in the rain
And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered
And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered
And on the brave and crazy wings of youth
They went flyin' around in the rain
And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered
And in the end, they traded their tired wings
For the resignation that living brings
And exchanged love's bright and fragile glow
For the glitter and the rouge
And in a moment they were swept before the deluge
For the resignation that living brings
And exchanged love's bright and fragile glow
For the glitter and the rouge
And in a moment they were swept before the deluge
Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal its secrets by and by, by and by
When the light that's lost within us, reaches the sky
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal its secrets by and by, by and by
When the light that's lost within us, reaches the sky
Some of them were angry at the way the earth was abused
By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power
And they struggled to protect her from them, only to be confused
By the magnitude of the fury in the final hour
By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power
And they struggled to protect her from them, only to be confused
By the magnitude of the fury in the final hour
And when the sand was gone and the time arrived
In the naked dawn, only a few survived
And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge
Believed that they were meant to live, after the deluge
Mother Earth, Joanne Shenandoah
In the naked dawn, only a few survived
And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge
Believed that they were meant to live, after the deluge
Now let the music keep our spirits high
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal its secrets by and by, by and by
When the light that's lost within us, reaches the sky
And let the buildings keep our children dry
Let creation reveal its secrets by and by, by and by
When the light that's lost within us, reaches the sky
Mother Earth, Joanne Shenandoah
2 comments:
I really should say thought provoking post.
K. ;)
Once again, Petra, you share a very powerful and important post about Mother Earth and what we're doing to her.
Fascinating video! And I'm shocked because I was under the assumption that this was no longer going on, with plastic recycling?! This is scary.
Loved both your poems! And that last video of Joanne Shenandoah is beautiful. What a hypnotic voice she has!
Have a wonderful Sunday, dear friend!
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