Mother Earth

A Poem by S. C. McDaniel

a little poem.

Little bird falling from thy nest,
I make no sound as we watch lest,
He finds my tears sweet at best,
he holds my heart to his chest.

Once a bird but now much more,
Raven hair falling to the floor,
pale as the moon, muscles soar,
He created me from his lore.

Molded to his hearts desire,
He my love and I his sire,
Knowing always my heart so dyer,
sleeping quietly within his fire.

Still his bird within a cage,
Always the first to feel his rage,
My mind is filled with sweet sage,
I loose track of my life's stage.

I am the world and he man kind,
I know my hearts beats are timed,
I cannot remember when the sun first shined,
But as I am his he is of mine.

He is cruel, but does care,
I have always given him his air.
I am the cause of my own nightmare,
The creature created of my despair.

But peace has come in its opposite- I take,
With black hair to floor and a body that shakes.
Hand holding a proverbial stake,
Woman is a fetter that man cant break.

With life and love holding strong,
I leave the rest to my lineage long.
Always there in my air, is a song,
That tells of me, the earth, of right and wrong.