Analysis of To our healing earth

To our healing earth

The earth that heals the sin sick soul

The trees that breathe the living air
The sea that breaks the morning dew
within the rising of  moon and stars
that shine of setting suns in golden hues

The masks of reason that help us think
from idols of stable men
 of long gone bards who stand alone on winters shores
opon the ragged edge  
of this tattered page

In weathered tide of ancient flames
Spring in prime sing their time
Leaves of fall do resend

The laughing gull on winded sails
the smothered heart in silent rage
masquerade in wounds of age
of struggling paths we ride
And even steps we rise

To an unbroken circle alive
let time and patience decide
and  to that unspoken to wither and pass
unlock the gates of wonder and to rest
hope springs of joys we sing our primal song