Monday, December 4, 2017

The World: A Poem

The world is spinning round
Without making a single sound
It neither clicks nor clacks
It just has a tilted aspect

The world's tilt and the sun
Going beyond expectation
Warmth to the trees
Pollen to the bees

This thing that keeps me alive
Allows life to thrive
And yet I cannot feel it
Not in my mind, or my stomach

Invisible and incredible
Selfless and effortless

Even if I try to feel
Whatever I'm touched by isn't real
No this action, I may comprehend
But the feeling I'll never apprehend

A mother protecting her children
From there tarnished burning end
A self sacrifice, destroying comfort
And I can't feel the effort

Everything she had done for me
And I can't see
I'm blind to the Earth ways
But not from the sun's rays

I was born from your Hearth
Raised on this earth
I'll be buried in her soil
Someday, I'll be coal

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