shattered earth


I must to bed

Yet once again I think

Of things I cannot control

Mindless games

We play with this planet

Our oceans

Our mountains

All in the name of discovery

Or progress.

Harumph.

Would that I could wave a magic wand

And you feel the egrets rise from ponds

The same way in your heart

That mine swells

Would that I could package up

A dream of falling snow

All silence except some breath below

And the occasional roar of the wind in the trees

Like a tempest on salty seas

Would you like to know?

Or is there something better on tv…

 

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