Silent Voice

the Voice of Inner Earth is calling for rebirth restored for all She's worth whispers in the shadows under Deep Green Forest Trees speaking past the shallow hearts which cannot see souls which cannot hear for whom Rain falls as a tear degrading day by day and they no longer fear to them Her decline has yet to be made clear but as the Willow Weeps Her pain will soon appear brilliant color faded in a stone planet, jaded a passion penatrated for the unloved are hated and the hated show no love