Quetzalcoatl

[tankthetiger]

Feather falling from above
as serpent's tail flies by
Eyes that glow of distant storms
descending on the night

Value of humanity
and peace that's felt inside
Calm the raging flame within
let conscience be our guide

Master's error and fool's success
with so much left to learn
Wipe our brow and hold our hand
it's healing that we yearn

Distant drums ring through valleys
Echoing below
Mother tree and tender sapling
show love is how we grow

Destroying that which we hold dear
by holding on to hate
Peace is more than just a word
when words become our fate