Look aft, where brought the angel down.
Far too close she fell,
With muted sound.
Much too far
For troubled things,
She journeyed down with broken wings;
More desirous than the blooming spring
That stretched out in the fields,
And watched their mother earth grow old
From strain and tired spirits still.
Soft flowers failed in rains to bloom,
And angel fallen
Rose too soon;
With blurry tension sensed the state,
Where so much green had met its fate.
Where in the winter she had mis-stepped,
Fair mother earth
Died from neglect.