Copyright © 2000 Benjamin A. Shelton
This poem is part of a collection of very old poems I wrote when I was fairly young. As a result, the vocabulary and general tone of the poem may not be up to par with many of my newer works.
Lift your arms unto the Mountain,
And Speak unto the Sea–
So that the world will turn about,
And darkness never be.
Reach unto the daytime sky,
And look into the air–
Look up to the clouds above,
And dispense of any care.
Swirling grayness lurks above,
And hunts for you and me.
Stand up straight and pray to God,
For it will never see.
Instead it will but fly away,
And fade into the air.
To take to flight and disappear,
And vanish without care.