"WHEN THE HEAVENS WEEP - THE LAND LIVES"

When the Heavens fail to weep –
The grasses shrivel.
The blazing summer’s eye –
Scorch the sparse hills –
Baking the green grassland –
From dawn to dusk –
Toasting the hills –
To pallid earthy hues.
Where have all the lush green gone?
Leached by famished–hungry hills
Sucking the marrow of life giving chlorophyll –
To skeletal remains of standing straws.
Light breeze hushes across the sea of straws –
Swaying in unison to the undulating sea –
On eastern hills of Milpitas.

When the Heavens fail to weep –
The land withers.
The Artic wind exhales its hoary cold breath
Transforming Milpitas Hills to dormancy.
The chagrin, forlorn loss of greenery
And unsightly flesh wounds – scar the earth.
The annual metamorphosis of Milpitas Hills
Commences in fall – attenuated by deprivation
Of life’s gift – tears from heaven

“When the Heavens weep – the Land lives.”
The cycle of circadian rhythm begins –
In spring – the rebirth of Milpitas Hills.
Nurtured by built–in compose –
Tears from heaven – a gift to life
Sun – empowers primal beginning –
Painting fecund hills with reborn-hues of green.
A coat of vibrant-green carpet
Shields the rusty earth –
Green band-aid – erases
The flesh wounds on Milpitas Hills.
“Uwe kalani – ola kahonua.”
“When the Heavens weep – the Land lives.”

APRIL 21 2008