Tell me, when does one night end,
And the new day soon begin?
The days and nights are both as dark,
As the most hidden part within.
All is silent in a charcoal sky,
Morning, noon and night.
In a world as dark as this one,
Why do we rely on sight?
If 'seeing is truly believing' then I pity those who are blind,
Yet you see more with a clouded vision, than those with a clouded mind.
Matchstick trees on charcoal hills,
Wait for the world to turn.
Silhouettes on a charcoal stage,
And now it's time to burn.
Fire roars on the horizon,
Sol blazes in all her glory.
Giving a new day its birthright,
Creating a new chapter in Earth's great story.
Dancing reflections, upon the brook,
A day of birth, death and mourning.
But the winter nights take day away,
They approach on all sides without warning.
Against the winter, Sol, she fights,
But darkness has her in its sights,
As I say on long, lonely nights,
Last one out... get the lights.
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Author:
Joshua Harrison (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This one was written late at night when I couldn't sleep. It was pretty fun to write as my first poem about nature. This was my best mate's favourite in high school
- Category: Nature
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Good write.
this is a very good nature poem and I can see why you friend in school liked it ! write on WW
Thanks man that means a lot
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