The Gypsy moon.A Poem by Coyote PoetryJuly poetry number thirty-seven.The Gypsy moon.. 1- Please listen to the song of nature, she is bleeding, she is dying. Mother Earth, giver of the water, giver of the plants and the giver of the clean air. Who is praying for her? Each day, new cities are built and old cities are dead/homeless. I told my grandchildren. Please be kind to the earth, please be kind to each other. 2- She loved the Gypsy moon, she loved the heavenly choir of the morning birds. She loved the morning quiet. She told me. I love the 6 am morning where I can wander into my garden, water my roses and I can dance with my dogs. I love to wander to my garden and I love to listen to the earth song. I love my 7am with you, I enjoyed our light conversation. I am glad you became a part of my garden. Coyote
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