Prophesies

They came from the dust

And spread across the land

With the winds,

They carried a message

They spoke one truth

 

The lion cries his last

Forests begin to walk

And the sea parts

The earth is changing

Her growls turn to thunder

And she cracks and tears away

the old skin

She sheds her former self

To emerge patterned in territories unmarked

Frontierless and clean

with the remnants of old times

To rediscover new beauty

And the wonders of her nature

Listen carefully and feel her swollen belly

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