Willow

In between day in and day out, beauty happens.

The healing occurs,
the love is shared,
the planet, explored.

The longing runs deep in my veins.
Blood flowing and traveling till it finds a perfect resting place.

Few exist now.
Currency is king,
while the queen's mouth is filled with cement.

She is slowly getting revenge,
and soon she will show the patriarchy the door,
the door to the end of this lifetime.

They will not return to positions of power,
but hopefully ones of service.
Selfless service to her and all those who bow down to her love.

I know we will all hold hands then,
feel the breeze through our hair,
and the trees would weep tears of joy as we rest under them.