Thoughts revisited on Earth Day.
What if the mountains Were the faces Of long ago giants Turned now, sleeping, Toward the blue ceiling Of the sky; What if the earth Were their blanket And the sea waves Long ago Rocked them Gently to sleep; What if They did not wake To see their faces Changed with the passing Of time When little men came And carved into And burrowed through And terraced and furrowed Their features, And grew strange plants Upon them In strange ways. What if they cried In their sleep, Rivers and waterfalls That filled the sea Beside them, Sometimes moved abruptly Tossing and turning As if to shake The little creatures off. What if They awakened? Written by Margaret Mair Painting, original art by Margaret Mair