Songs of the Ancient Ones calling.
My ears ringing with them.
Head filled until I swear it’ll burst.
Melodies, eons in the making.
The message eludes me.
I can hear them calling.
Feel it deep within my soul.
Its song almost within my grasp.
Pleading, begging to be heard.
Can you hear the Ancients calling?
Can you hear their voices raised in song?
Time honored melody.
Deep stirrings of the soul.
Can you hear the memories calling?
Does your head pound with the same melody?
Do your ears ring with the pressure?
This unsung melody.
Almost a whisper upon my tongue.
Words illusive, notes faded.
Yet I feel I know the song.
Can you hear the Ancients calling?
The song of the cricket.
The rumble of storm clouds.
Lightning upon the horizon.
All hope is lost.
The storm will come.
Nature’s wrath released.
Its fury, all must face.
Stand strong in its path.
Let it cleanse your troubles away.
Marvel at the tranquility in its wake.
Rejoice at the beauty within.
Even though the storm is coming.
Turn to face the thunder.
See the beauty of the lightning.
Respect the strength of Nature’s fury.
Eons have the storms roamed this Earth.
Long after you and I have passed, they’ll remain.
The ground your feet tread upon.
How many other feet have passed?
What great stories could this place share!
To bad we’ve not the time to listen.
Chaos rules our lives, not we.
We choose to believe that we have a say.
Many fear Nature because its “wild”.
Beyond their control, they think.
Could it be Nature controls us?
Have we forgotten what Nature really is?
Have we left behind what is important?
Nature has something to say.
We are killing it with our own selfish ways.
Heed its calling, or all will be lost.