Beautiful and Majestic

Early summer night on a barren land
Our world began.
Screaming, and crying; fresh and writhing.
Full of life and health with forests thriving.
Sickness sets in. 

Our world, light bringer;
life giver.
Became a reflection of the land whence she came.
Barren, filled with hills and valleys.
Beautiful and Majestic.

Cold and distant,
yet warm and close.
Life giver, our makers' maker
Our teacher, preacher and player
Forever etched in our hearts.

A city glows in her eyes, vibrant and flowing
Filled with children, dancing, playing
Filled with mothers doting, singing,
Fathers, uncles, and sons proud and joyous,
Family burned infinite in sight.

A score of seasons her love was lost
He waits patiently; the pillar fallen, the crutch broken
A city in shambles, citizens lost
only to be found a new, to rebuild in her twilight.
Our light bringer, shines and flickers

Etched is a land, upon her face it quakes, and quivers
Our light bringer, life giver, my maker's maker.
Gasping, wheezing, waiting patiently
The land scorned with ash, then life returns
Gasping, waiting, ashen.

Patiently she waits for her pillar.
Nearly a score of seasons,
only a fortnight to pass.
Impatiently she flew for her pillar was waiting.
Ashen, golden, and still.

Etched is a land, upon the face of a woman;
Filled with canyons, valleys, and hills.
A city glows in her eyes, with age it shimmers and dies.
Cold is the land on whence it was birthed, and whence it was left.
Beautiful and Majestic