Oh our Mother the Earth
Oh our Mother the Earth, oh our Father the Sky, Your children are we, and with tired backs We bring you the gifts that you love. Then weave for us a garment of brightness; May the warp be the white light of morning, May the weft be the red light of evening, May the fringes be the falling rain, May the border be the standing rainbow. Thus weave for us a garment of brightness That we may...
John Donne - Holy Sonnet 14 →