Gods

The cry of mighty gods of ancient time
Echoed in thunders of spinning cloud
Sea turned her face to color of lime
To recant them in whisper or loud
* * *
Golden days are passed and forgotten
Man is civilized, no needs for Gods
Time and Gods are wind and cotton
Said Hera, the queen of mighty Gods
* * *
Morning breeze in her passage over green lands
Whispered Hera’s sorrow to three little boys
“Oh, but we are not man”, raising their hands
“We need them. They are our toys”.