( Artwork by Dan Earle ) I believe we had best prepare them to quell their rage, said the wind. We must ready them for an infuriated ocean, said the rain. We’ll steady quaking limbs ahead of death, said the forest. We’ll pray with our loftiness for man’s love, said the stars. Our instruction’s come too late to breathe, said the dust. I believe © 2011 by mark prime
(The Weaver's Song)