Once upon a telling time
The storyteller told a rhyme
When icicles hung like feathered rime
No mourning song nor beat in time.
All seemed dead, but just asleep
And then the patter raised a peep
From under eyelids began to creep
The salty tears from years asleep.
Tears to wash away the missing
Of all the time missed passing
Life comatose but living
Feeling otherwise, wishing!
“Where are you my lovelies?”
Then all manner of creepies
Jumped across the pond of lilies
In answer to the call of Ceres.
She took upon herself the task,
Which man had failed to grasp,
Of caring for Earth’s many, basked
In ignorance of man still masked.
Creepies and crawlies knew better
As instinct follows to the letter.
This is how it is – no go getter
Until man awoke as the trend setter.
Patter of raindrops herald from hibernation
We all woke up to startling revelation.
We were at last awake from animation
And saw a strange new world of causation.
In time the path of meditation
Led us all to illumination.
Will we learn never to shun?
Caretakers way of respect and action.
© David Tenneson 2015.