Mother’s chariot
As time sings farewell to the chariot of fire
We realise that mother Earth has made her seasonal tilt, on the bed of space
as time plays a tune of praise to her new white winter coat
Mother's voyage around her warm chariot draws even further into void
while her coat becomes warn
and her cold relic of frost turns to art
that showcases her scarcity of omnibenevolence, when time continues to sing
But her journey through the void of space does not stop
For time plays her a tune of forgiveness, and she turns back towards her loving chariot
welcoming his glory, his warm touch
She gives way to her birth of last year’s cycle
and soon her body is painted with new born followers
just beginning their story of life
Mother turns,
facing her fiery companion,
and listens to the kings of her empire celebrate the chariots return
Her body so full of life, and cheer
But nothing can stay forever
She will reach the point of her familiar trail,
Where she will make her seasonal tilt on the bed of space
and time will sing farewell to the chariot of fire