πŸ‘ Eden

Eden.
A Mountain blocked the Tornado
It is moved, we’re cold, thin
Confused, goose-bumped in
Eyes watering to brims
How do we get back? Our natural shield
Your eves deep with valleys rich
The streams that sprung from rocky feet,
All high and steep
The Tree in which we nest'd and lived
In shading leaves
The storm that raged,
The branches that swayed then blocked the rays
The river that swelled and took the flood
You burst your banks that we might stay
Shielding us from harm’s way?

Now that you’ve left
We need cotton vests
Sheepskin boots from the west
 Food, fuel, fiscal policies
Exchange rates, indifference curves and monetary policies,
Sketched pilot schemes to pick what’s best.
Would we have got it right?
Or you’d looked at us in delight!

Affection works both ways
We learn this at the end of our day
As we sink weary knees to offer you praise
The night curtains barely shielding our faze
We look at your life from a somewhat daze
Our despair showing -
Us done in
We want you back here
Shielding our skins
From turbulent winds

O’ Mountain.

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