Dark Tears

From deep, deep down,
near the centre of the earth
where molten rock heats up
massive caverns of air
the purest condensation appears.
Tears of our earth,
that swell up over eons
into huge artesian seas.
A clarity that is rarely seen on earth,
lies unseen in the vaults below,
in the womb of Mother Nature herself.
Fresh, subterranean seas
that grow ever deeper,
push ever higher,
towards the top of the caverns so high.
And when the caverns are full
not even the structure of earth
can save them,
as the pure waters relentlessly drill upwards
with the force of a laser
that has been burning the rock
for a light year.
Through new born chimneys and fissures
in the earth’s crust
the new water urges upwards
defying all in its way.
Such power,
such force,
such desire to escape.
Until the waters reach the last stage
when even they get lost
in a honeycomb of natural tunnels and caves,
just a fraction below earth’s ground.
The water has found its match
because the catacombs are just as relentless
and endless, in their capacity.
But, when they are full, they squeeze the water
gently out and onto the earth.
What was once an atomic force
is tamed
and now brings life to the earth.
But, before it does, as it trickles down the hill
to join other rivulets in the stream.
it will evaporate and go up to the sky
before falling as rain.
Pure tears from heaven
to quench the thirst of your tree.

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