Earth Poems

The willow blushes in the Sun’s caress,

such a colorful personality lending its’

ambiance to the greenwood.

Tiny catkins peek from morning bud-beds

to greet the dawn of this

We live in this world as if we own this place

How we behave as if we are the masters of our fate

We talk, we walk

Screams, screeches, groans and wails,

Brutalities, agonies, torture, and blood,

Tear Gases, pallet guns, bullets and bombs

Humanity sobs, world is falling apart

Kids are blinded,

Men are

Kissed by the sun’s rays

I can't identify my noble beginnings

Championed by my attempts at the reigns that feigns my confidence

Golden, if that's what it is

Then

The trees surrounding the lake are so loud today,

 or have I not noticed their haunting yet gentle wails until this steely morning? 

Even though they seem