This Is Her Crown, Our Crown

There is a stillness in the air
An electric pause holding the
World at bay, as the land's green
Hairs rise at attention, guarding,

Waiting for the thunderous call
The order to kneel before the
Deafening release of the skies'
Assault on the sun-baked lips
And leathred red skin,
Of soil cracked and abused
By desire and malicious greed

So the light of the world turns,
Hides his aged face and listens
To the thundrous exertion,
Waiting
For the exhale, the release,
The moment the collision
Ceases and his beauty can
Intercede with hope and promise.

For this is her coronation day
The  end of a darkness,
the rain of heaven overhead
Ends and he adorns her
With a crown of effervescent colors
Placed high above the beaten
Blades and wetted lands so as
To cast his light on a world reborn