Could the leaves not fall for me
to tread upon in cold November?
Could the skies not cry for me
with gusty bellows and moans?
Could the grass not grow for me
into endless fields of waving hands?
And could the seas not crash for me
forever singing rocky rhythmic songs?
Could the Earth not turn for me?
No, for I am only human, but
what is more human than believing
the world was made for Us?
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Author:
andetl04 (
Offline) - Published: July 6th, 2017 13:41
- Category: Spiritual
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I think it does turn for you you know. And i think you're seeing its beauty as it does. The beauty is there in your worlds describing the beauty of our planet. Oh assuredly it turns for you.
A beautiful poem, short but meaningful. Being human is as miraculous as the change of seasons, the sea, the tide, the sing the wind sings. The world could turn for you and for I, but we shall never know for certain.
Like the concept
Beautiful write. The world is wonderful.
Good write A.
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