Feel the breeze that
rustles the leaves of the trees
and runs across the plain
chasing the herd,
leading the people
Behold the Lore that lives to
teach the love of land and people.
Feel the loss of leaves and trees,
no more running and chasing across
the plain that is dry and void
as the people now cross the void
of space to take up new space.
Behold the red giant that robs
the people of the love of their land.
The Lore lives and breathes life
through the passed down
and fights for the future
foretold by the rustle of the
leaves of the trees
and the long-ago sound of
herds and people
that will be
that always was
that still is,
somewhere beyond the red giant.
I haven’t done any sort of poetry in a while but this offering is the result of an exercise during today’s @voodoonauts workshop.
Behold, The Red Giant is (part of) the plot for my current work in progress.