susan@lmef.UUCP (susan) (07/29/85)
Dewdrops frozen
seen for a time
as tears of the earth,
a poem without rhyme.
The earth slowly turns
and tears like seeds
are sown unnoticed,
wounded, all earth bleeds.
Nothing ever started evil,
but the seeds are now grown.
The reaping season is near,
the Harvester comes for His own.
The Harvester watches,
His green-blue jewel,
only He knows
the day of renewal.
--
susan
{ihnp4,akgua}!sol1!lmef!susan