Taunting tides

Markthetabor

The moon has returned!

 

And it couldn’t hold more trust.

 

I have delivered my mental,

 

Unto the grass,

 

And through the trees.

 

Oh boy!

 

I cannot wait!

 

For it is imperative to save the bees.

 

Nature flows through my veins

 

And rests my mental.

 

It provides me with armor,

 

Through my nervous system,

 

Made of solid brass.

 

Let us raise the animals of the water,

 

And keep the beauty of those untouched.

 

So that this world may travel further.

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Markthetabor (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 28th, 2020 00:20
  • Comment from author about the poem: I love writing poetry under the moon, and today it inspired me to write this. Hope you enjoy!
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 20
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Comments3

  • Goldfinch60

    Well said Mark.

    Welcome to MPS.

  • Jerricho

    Welcome. Loved the many layers it held. 🙂

  • orchidee

    Good write Mark.



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