I watch as the pond trembles from the quake,
View these trees as they shake from the shame across the lake,
Look, we can see the green turn to an ashen gray today if we please,
Viewing this kaleidoscope of incomprehensible horror.

The brush begins to finish the red horizon,
Ink is beginning to set into the full page.

My Goddess nurtures my way of life, without it I cannot live,
Her light is the only reason that I can survive,
I am allowed to walk only because She breaths,
Some time, someday soon, I hope she gives up on us.

The mirror is starting to dry,
Here soon my masterpiece will be complete.

I am haunted by my inability to tell people,
Tell them that I find them to be despicable,
For everything they have done, will do, and plan to do to my beautiful Goddess,
I turn my head in shame from all of you because of what you have done to what I love.

The atomic portrait is complete for all to see,
Come, you can even see it today if you please.

Love this Fear...Makes me think of Mother Earth and the destruction of her beauty that continues, yet through the veil of destruction, her beauty still takes my breath away...

Thank you, as always, Ainjel. Your comments are always much appreciated.