New hope in your eyes I have never seen before
Hope and life replaced death and despair
Making plans, childlike excitement
Preparations for a new harvest
All the while the wounded raven watches, envious and hungry
The land is fertile,
Conditions prime
Love blooms like never before; innocent and new
It is time
But the raven cries out
You, in all your kindness take mercy;
forgetting the raven can be cunning and selfish,
you drop your seeds only to be devoured.
Sight of the beautiful harvest that was to be now lost,
you embrace death and despair once again
for they are your readily available commiserators.
I wanted to be strong for you,
but how can despair heal despair?
You have lost your way once again;
farming fruitless lands.
Day by day I watch your land wither.
Can you hear the earth of your land?
She cries out for you.