I Hear Atlantis Weeping...

[Baut Images:  Atlantean Dreams]

I hear Atlantis weeping for her lost, lost Summer children,
Who having cast her aside for brighter gems and toys;
Left her to die alone on her once proud beaches.

Hear not her cries for help!
See not her withering lands, and forests, and streams,
Littered with the refuse of Man.

Hear O Ye People, hear the sighs of once fair Atlantis,
Hear her cries, as they ply the winds along Pacific Coast Highway,
And as she laments her fallen Summer children.

Children who see naught, but their own selfish needs.
See not the suffering of their brothers and sisters,
And the hungry and homeless roaming in-between.

Hear her now in the voices of approaching Autumn leaves,
Falling, ever falling from the hair of the fallen Summer children;
Lost in their food, and drink, and greed.

Children who now waste away in their hazy dreams,
Tossing and turning, and needing more and more;
Crying in eternities non-time, "Come back, come back again!"

I hear Atlantis weeping...
Lost Summer children...
Who cast her aside...
Left her to die alone...
On her once proud beaches...
Come back, come back again...

Roger Allen Baut
It's Almost Full Moon...

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We are the Children of Earth

[Image: Fee Easton]

We are the flowers of Earth,

And we come in many colours.

We reach toward the Sun in its glory,

And kiss turquoise skies that meet land.

We live in peace and unity,

And celebrate our life every day.

For we are the children of Earth,

And at-one with all flora and fauna.

We sing and dance on the breezes,

And fill the air with our scent.

For we love all that life has to offer,

And to play with and tease humming birds.

Yes, we are the flowers of Earth,

And we bloomed long before Atlantis.

We watched as life crossed the planet,

And brought food and shelter to Man.

Yes, we are the flowers of Earth,

And our fate lies within your hands.

Roger Allen Baut

Today’s One Stop Poetry Challenge prompt was shot by UK photographer Fee Easton