MAIDENS OF MADE

For mother the rains are made

The flourish of all morning blossoms

The quench of all drained throats

The trails of all river flows

For the rains are maidens of made

For mother the sun is raised

The hang of all rays

The warmth of all that walks

The fade of all darkness

For the moon is made of thy shine

For mother the winds thats form

The breath of all walks of life

The blow of all durst of death

The mold of all precious stone

For the galaxy is nurtured on frozen winds

For mother a being is born

The genes that groom generations

The bloodlines that breed the mind

The pinnacle of legion and faith

For creation is all but human made

For the maidens of made

Mother is plagued with wars of man

The claims of the mind are made

The pleasures of greed are fed

The ruins of the past are mined

For mother nature races are failed

And the maidens of made are unmaking nature.