Earthcall

EARTHCALL

The earth is sleeping cold,
And dark contentment stills the mountain air,
The sheep alone may tend their fold,
And smile at shepherd, sleep. and rocking chair.

The sun is clocking off,
The furnace dims another time,
And nature draws a breath, and bids us to resign the day,
And fade another stanza in our living rhyme,

Perhaps to learn the lesson of a constant moon,
That, full-shining or full-hidden from their sight,
Bids mighty oceans play their tune,
In perfect rhythm on the very darkest night,

The wakeful city lamps are warm,
And bright stars dim against the laser lance,
As revellers seek out its light and swarm,
To miss the heartbeat of a greater dance.

Faster, further, louder pleasures,
In our search for answers of a kind,
Unsuspecting, we possess the treasure,
Seeing all and yet perceiving blind.

We lease our time for just a minute,
Our questions only answered in the rules,
Protecting earth and all that's in it,
From self-deceit and arrogance of fools.

For silence is the key,
In which is written Nature's secret song,
And witness the discord of we,
Who clamour much but never listen long.

"We rule our destiny",
proclaims the human kind,
"We are not sheep to follow Nature's furrowed crease.
We have the guns to civilise,
and papers signed,
To trade in fear...
...and then to call it...
...'Peace'."

Paul Styles