There is a pleasure in the naked woods
Within whose depths no equal can be found,
Senses assailed by everything that’s good,
A place where peace and harmony abound.
Confined amidst the rawest smells of earth
There spawned to draw the sweetest of sweet breaths;
Hallowed cathedrals where confirmed at birth
Heavens’ sustenance first drawn by living breasts.
Dear Mother Earth, forgive me, I have sinned
And shed upon you tears of acid rain,
Pillaged with pride, prejudice and vile greed
And sold my soul for stolen wealth profaned;
Woe that my fall from promise was so great
Or that fervent redemption be too late.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.
