Rebirth

The white sentinel trunks stretch high to attention

Their bark weeping slowly down

A long drawn mourning for a far distant time

An ache that echoes without sound.

In the mist a figure gently sways

His painted mask drawn in relief

Across his broad shoulder he carries an axe

And its blade glows light in the gloom.

Stands square to a trunk, feet planted fast

And swings one huge swinging blow

Then again and again, til the tree starts to topple

Lurches, teeters and tumbles below.

He moves from one to the next in grim procession

Sending sacred cows down to the Earth

The land starts to rumble, the sky starts to rend

The waters rush through in rebirth.

Away sweeps the mask, stark timber, sharp axe

The solemn and deadening mist too

The air fills with screeching and calling and chirping

A sky thick with birds and the light of You.

For You, I, we sit here all alone in the scene

That we're told is to be painted with shame

Yet our light can'tbe trapped so simply still

Can't sit still, wants the world to hear its name.

It speaks of Love and of Hope and of a Future bright

A World we form from the ashes or yore

Living and loving as if the Universe relied on it

Because it does, this it knows, and so much more.