NATURE: Earth Day Poetry Anthology Day Two
Long thick grass circles your wiggling toes as you advance in.
Soft vibrant pink petals lace your fingertips with a delicate touch.
The fragrance of lavender dances around the humid air.
You close your eyes, scrunch your face, and the hope that the feeling of peace does not go away.
Gently you position yourself on the ground like a forgotten feather.
Your black hair fanned out gaining shimmering specs from the raging sun as it kissed your skin.
The palms of your hand press tightly above the dirt wishing to merge with the soil.
Like the roots of a tree your soul expands into the ground filling each crack with your light.
Your eyes open scanning the specks of bright enhancing colors flying around you.
Sweet innocent butterflies glide on your skin like butter.
Your hand taking its own life touching the wings of the creature singing nature’s praises.
Your eyelids close once again, chest moving to the sound of flutter, and your heart demolishing the darkness inside.
Little, wet and sweet droplets of icy rain from our infinite skies.
You stand there moving your feet swiftly to the music of the rain.
Your hands wide open as you spin the water spurting from your hair.
The droplets slide down your body back to the ground, your feet planted, your heart racing, your face wet, and in that moment you’re free.
Dark, glumly, and alone you wake up inside your fainting four walled box.
The stripes on the pure butterflies are turned into your clothes as you walk up to the small dusty window covered in mighty steel bars.
Looking out you no longer see the heaven in your dream, but instead the colorless grass and the angry wind.
With the word freedom running in your head, you sleep once again hoping when you wake up you will be in the arms of mother nature once again.
green, the leaves are-
strewed about and clad the grove,
where i lay still and where i grow,
one with the sod, one with the loam
amongst waving hyacinths, i rest- i roam,
as they wave they sing, (they sing)
for whom they lark i do not know
while i lay amongst the mottled grove
with daffodils that plead, (that plead)
shut eyes, palms turned towards this trove
below clear skies with wispy seas
of frozen crystal, that move with ease- my
fingers woven delicately, with the moss
flourishing, and clinging to the heart of the earth
we are close enough to hear the beat (a beat)
oh! what beautiful heart that wedge between
still here i lay with my friends the trees
oh! those blessed deciduous beings, as
day turns to dawn and dawn to dusk, as
the ocean returns to the wave-
if leaves change their hue
if summer loses her swelter
when flowers wilt and trees are torn
when the skies become stricken,
and the moss lose their spores
the beat of the earth will carry on
no matter if you and i are gone
evergreen, evermore
Writhe and breathe in dirt.
Lament and loathe; six feet down.
Cold. Nothing matters
