It is Such


In the way that the flowers bloom upon their leaves,

Like the wind rushing and rattling through the trees,

And the sun and moon take their guarding turn,

or the time that it takes for forest fires to burn,

How the birds bring around the morning song,

and the winter snow seems to stay far too long,

Where the newborns suckle from their mothers,

while the younglings play with sisters and brothers,

The World spins slowly around the sun,

just as waters shift and sway and run,

In a land filled with rich posterity,

is a time that is simply and only temporary.


5 thoughts on “It is Such

  1. Loved every word of your poem, the rhyme in each line was flawlessly sublime. Thanks for sharing such an incredible post!According to your convenience please do read some of my writings as well, would love to know what you think about them 🙂

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      1. Thanks for respecting my invitation, according to your wish & convenience please feel free to explore any of my writings 🙂


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