A Chant of Riddles

A Chant of Riddles… My eyes saw a riddle in the world. Mother Earth paints the world with …blue of summer skies …red of autumn leaves …green of budding plants …brown of humid soil …gold of desert sands …white of polar ice O Mother - paint for me the world anew. My face felt a riddle in the day. Father Sun warms the world and …lovers frolic in the sea …kittens play with string …plants unfurl their leaves …hearts are filled with joy …despair and anguish fade …hope is born anew O Father – warm my world once more. My ears heard a riddle in the air. Brother Wind sings the world of …rustle in tree-tops high …whistle of birds on wing …scrabble of underground moles …swish of the waves on the shore …laughter of children at play …rumble of thunder-clouds black O Brother – sing for me the world alive. My nose smelt a riddle in the air. Sister Breeze wafts the world with …roses fresh with dew …babies warm from baths …bread just newly baked …earth that’s moist with rain …grass that’s newly cut …laundry freshly dried O Sister – help me smell the world afresh. My heart felt a riddle in the night. Moon-that-is me looks down and …cannot see the paint …cannot feel the warmth …cannot hear the song …cannot smell the world …sees shadows all around …sees beauty in the dark O Me – accept my whole world now. Loosely imitative [and repectful] of Native American chants.