White lady and the Wolf

A child of forest ran with the Great Spirit.

She grew strong among the trees she loved, and open sky was the roof of her castle.

She dance among the trees she knew,
and flowers were the pillow under her fair hair.

She ran among the trees and a Great spirit of Forest ran with her as a shape of big, white wolf.

She laughed and dance, happy and free.

She was a child of forest, fair maiden of trees as morning dew glimmered on her dress.


She stand between them and forest and Great spirit of Forest were there with her.
A lovely image of a maiden with long hair and white wolf beside her, with golden eyes.

But she was powerless before those who were blind to see the destruction that took place in front of them and did not care.

She wed and when her tears hit the ground they changed to white, little flowers on her feet.

A tree died, a flower died, an animal breathed one last time, birds fell from the sky.

The water became toxic, the earth became dark and the sky red.

And as she wed, powerless to defend the forest she knew and the trees she loved,
her imagery became more and more transparent, eventually disappearing completely with the wind, and the Great spirit of the Forest gave one last heartbreaking howl before vanished too.


Now when a man has took the last tree, trampled the last flower and
dry the last drops of water,
then they will remember
White lady and Wolf,
now only a distant echo
in myths which began
a long, long ago.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

So sad what men do dear Sarah.
"Now when a man has took the last tree, trampled the last flower and
dry the last drops of water,
then they will remember
White lady and Wolf,
now only a distant echo
in myths which began
a long, long ago."
The above lines, I do understand. With time, like Chief Pontiac once said. "White men must hate the forest and he will not be happy till all things beautiful are gone." Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[~Sarah~ Idríel The Fair]

It's true and heartbreaking dear friend. I hope the future will be better, for the sake of our children.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too dear Sarah and you are welcome my friend.