WITHOUT MAPS

As the skies shower the stars in our dreams;
Flowering the darkness in our souls;

As the sun casts its wings all over us;
Giving birth to the shadows so dark;

As the wind refreshes every breath of ours;
Giving meaning to life in all its eternity;

As the waves roar their independence;
Across the watery graves of god’s creations;

As the mountains shelter us with pity;
Lying unarmed in its maternal valleys;

As the rain cleanses our muddy souls;
The rainbow frowns at our plight;

As the sands of doom shift positions
Erasing footprints of history and time

As the snow blinds us with its mystifying mist;
Showering angels to embrace our sands in a blanket

As the volcanoes breathe fire and ash;
Enriching earth’s veins with hot blood

As the earthquakes shatter the beds of rock;
Shaping the face of earth with raw beauty;

As the hurricanes wind across barren lands
Combing mother natures flowing hair

Still man overcomes all that nature offers;
Partitioning nature with all his intelligence;

Defying the laws of the universe and existence;
To own everything that even God does not own;

A better race, a better culture, man’s undying dream;
A better place, for mankind a distant dream;

All I wish for, a prayer, a miracle, a re-incarnation;
An earth without man, without maps