In quiet whispers I call to you Can you not hear Through dew drenched mornings and sultry summer nights I speak your name My question is simple, my message the same You who tread my paths and share the same breath of wind, please hear my plea All that you do matters to me For I that have been with you since the dawn of the ages now cry for help You have reshaped my face to suit your liking Paved my fields and polluted my seas Stripped my forests and soil of all I have patiently laid down Merely to satiate an unquenchable desire for more Generation upon generation you wade through the waters of human folly Is it any wonder I tremble beneath your feet As the sun warms your back and rains soften your thirst, so it is for all my creatures While I spoke to you of stewardship, you but heard dominion Restore unto me that which was loaned your long distant ancestors For they who once so simply lived call to you in quiet whispers Mother Earth, Father Sun and Sister Moon, we love you so
Tom Rommelmann
February 7, 2010
In Quiet Whispers
In quiet whispers I call to you Can you not hear Through dew drenched mornings and sultry summer nights I speak your name My question is simple, my message the same You who tread my paths and share the same breath of wind, please hear my plea All that you do matters to me For I that have been with you since the dawn of the ages now cry for help You have reshaped my face to suit your liking Paved my fields and polluted my seas Stripped my forests and soil of all I have patiently laid down Merely to satiate an unquenchable desire for more Generation upon generation you wade through the waters of human folly Is it any wonder I tremble beneath your feet As the sun warms your back and rains soften your thirst, so it is for all my creatures While I spoke to you of stewardship, you but heard dominion Restore unto me that which was loaned your long distant ancestors For they who once so simply lived call to you in quiet whispers Mother Earth, Father Sun and Sister Moon, we love you so