The Poetry of Earth is never dead

16 Aug 2018

miraj
I timelessly wander through the hills and dales
knitting Earth's poetry to  perfect tales
The river writes of his effortless freedom
The winds of fate my destiny becomes.

The flowers lament on the stillness of eve
friendless in their gloomy solitude
 yet in their lament they often receive
a poets admiration in wonder mute.

The leaves speak of their holy reincarnation
when porous earth surrogate icy sheets
rejuvenating with wondrous incantation
their sacred cycle of life repeats.

The fireflies are the creatures of night
braving the dark with a warrior's glow
an aura of courage, their body flow
Also known as creatures of Light.


The Mount speak of its gargantuan peaks
ice-clad caverns and watery creeks
awaking from Sun's embrace
Dawn's story it fervently seeks.

The Ocean's Oneness unites them all
vanishing desires like a salt-doll
moment after moment new poems are made
The poetry of Earth is never dead.

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