majestic though it is,

the great earth lacks the strength

to protect its children

its boulders thrown

from cloud-rimmed mountains,

tenuous, parched riverbeds,

footprints of ancient heroes,

dinosaurs, fern plants, long-gone,

flint with the fire of wisdom,

beauty,
history.

until the last bird
has fled the sky,
i shall go on writing
about sandcastles
seen in a dream
in a basket-like heart
containing memories of the ocean
overlaid with rays of twilight