The trees whisper words to me while swaying deeply to the breeze
The grass is screaming desperately as it avoids the swamp of leaves.
The sun shines miraculously grazing honey bees
The moon floats distractedly around the world in ease.
The clouds hover consciously our minds tangle and tease
The wind lives courageously our soul begins to free
The water flows angelically hydrating all the life we see
The fire burns horrendously cremating all the life and peace.
The mind unleashes creativity if you grant yourself belief
Imagination can be key if you allow your life to freeze.
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Author:
~E (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 10th, 2018 16:01
- Comment from author about the poem: Sorry again for my absence, life is a complete whirl wind! I\\\'m going to try post more when uni is finished for the year. Enjoy this short piece that sort of synchronises with my first ever poem, \\\' what if humans weren\\\'t the smart ones\\\'. \r\nPeace and love ~E
- Category: Spiritual
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I LOVE the last two lines, I've always felt that people are so focused on the mundane every day life that they lose their imagination and creativity. They lose their connection with nature.
Thank you very much I'm glad you enjoyed! I agree so many people close off their imagination as they grow older, its a shame because there's so much beauty in the world! ~E
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