Glitches

I watch from a distance as all four corners unfold. Stars fall from the sky and Mountains fall in the Seas. And in the flowerbeds the blooms wither away fleeing with bees. The Sun strikes down upon the Earth revealing a story untold. The Moon stands guard and the trees stand up straight. Waiting and waiting for a shattered billowing breeze. Happy is thy fate. And down on thy knees. The clouds sway in the midnight skies. The whole world sees you with open eyes. Quaking and dawning it all must be done, One by one the glitches are weeded and gone. Roaring abroad is the Oceans beds and now smut is the dust. Glitch by glitch straightening them all out is an absolute must. ®Registered: Ann Rich 2006