Mi Negra Ave María

She was a daffodil peddler
Dalling in pedals
as only a floraphile can
and i saw her on the brink of the water
where the waves lit the earth, wet the sands
there have been a thousand boats that have crossed this water
and we have lived through a million storms
and with all the thunder
that has crashed the buildings
set fire to trees
and scorched this earth
we are still here
and are learning patients
despite our foils
and the human curse
and yes maybe, just maybe
we can return the land of Lattimores
four footed walkers, and we two footed creatures
can find a way to be as wise
and these cities, they can grow flowers
and these machines , they can disappear
and yes indeed my good friends
these are our choices
if we see the pedal pusher in front of us there
and she's here
walking on the shore
so pay attention
take time to see
and all y'all on the banks
running through your things on cars and your machines, take heed
its time to put on the breaks and understand
that this is our planet and we will make it
if we just receive
so please,
sweet one
child with the white rose, let us ride your white rose
to a brand new right here
and this here, will be the road we build
until Olympus, is all around
and Atlantis, can once again rise from the ocean
and the musical, beautiful sound will resound
and shaken every tree so the tree reverberates with you and i, and i can feel you and i, deep inside me and vise versa,
take my hand, she will take yours and understand, we will walk on the earth as if that earth was sky
and every cloud
they will nod, they will know you
they will know us, for what we were, what we are, and what we will be, in the future far.