The Ethereal Rises Poem by Robert Rorabeck

If that garden is here, it is no longer beautiful,
Trained as it is to look up at the sky
And to wait for rain:
The mountains around her are beautiful, though
Scarred by the fire
And the uncountable fireworksâ€'the things men
Have sworn and sold into her:
She is the garden's brighter sister,
And she rings around her,
Protective'as the sun leaps over them,
A headless animal'
He too is in a rush to find the things that he can
Resell, as she waits in her captured world beneath him,
Her sister a bride to the ethereal rises in those mountains.