the daisies got walked on, again
trampled on,
the sweet grasses, cheat grasses, were burned
the peaceful oaks, that offered shade
were cut-into, until they fell
like old men
the river, told the earth what to do
and there was a great rising
underneath, the surface.
The identity of the land
is eroding
its cracked mask, has dried-out
its crumbling character, has fallen away
its insides, are boiling-out
like fire
and ocean change.
If you want to be a story-teller
and the machines make noise
they will hear the sound
of the mountain
like 10,000 nuclear bombs.
Psychologists say, that personality is formed in the first 3 to 5
years of life
and that intelligence is fixed
but they are operating from
theories
and not spiritual truths.
They say we live in the age of enlightenment
but everyone is walking around in the dark
fields are on fire
and they don’t take lightly, to being burned
lilies want to be liked
and daffodils dance in the wind
When nature is disrespected, she reforms herself
in a type of fury
men can’t comprehend
To be nature
is to be raw
It doesn’t feel right
but these are the feelings of the mountain
blasted, into oblivion
those who misunderstand her
think
the mountain, stands alone
but it is only a pimple
on an angry face
with a brain
seething
in magma
It decides, what to do
and it doesn’t hesitate.
Very well said!
Nature deserves all the respect and love we can offer. After all, it’s us that seek shelter from nature, and the other way around
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Not* the other way around
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Thanks, Shruti!!! I’m glad that you enjoyed the poem! 🙂
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Well said, Andy!
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Thanks Liz!!! 🙂
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I have always thought that the earth expresses her feelings with earthquakes, tsunamis and volcanic eruptions to name but a few natural disasters. This is a well expressed poem. ❌❤❌
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Yes! Thank you, Carolyn Crossley! 🙂
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You are welcome 🙂
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