Earth speaks Poetry!
When the Sun sets on the West,
And all birds are faint in their nests;
The Cricket will announce itself
In cracked chirping notes
Bouncing off the walls, the stove, the shelf
-Like a lass on her sixteenth anniversary.
Indeed, Earth speaks Poetry that dims not!
Like sands of shooting stars
Slice through the atmosphere.
The dominant grumbling
Of “I beta pass my neighbour”
Mutilates the night wrapped in silence as the fireflies
Ride on the night gale
Waving green lights in a language Earth understands!
Written by: Stanley Princewill McDaniels
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.