Earths Language
The rain speaks in Morse
Code against my skin.
A language I long to
Speak.
Truths of life hidden
In the tears of
The earth. Tales
Of love blown by
The wind.
Wars leech from
The earth as
I pray, teach me.
We look for answers
All the while
Walking atop them.
Beauty cast out
By bombs of concrete
And asphalt.
Sadness woven
Into young hearts
To innocent to understand.
The earth speaks in
Drums and oh
How I wish I could
Speak Morse code.
Copyright © Olivia Struthers | Year Posted 2015
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