The blazing sun gently weaves through her hair
as golden shades of love flow everywhere
fine ripples dance upon her seasons’ face
like a fresh angel , dressed in plumes’ embrace
Then, chasing rhinestone of winds, she alights
while serenade of fireflies thrills the night...
her world thrives in orchards of innocence
with bounty for harvested life, immense.
Oh, I take time to cherish her breaths now...
and kindle among bubbly children how
to nourish her lush greenery aglow
these hours might not last, I’ll never know.
Pray with her and treasure sighs each day.
she’s Mother Earth, soul in graceful display
*for my personal use, it was only mine,*
too soon, I’ll hear her funeral chimes.
One by one rivers turn gray, I do see
Shall I then weep or reap her tenderly?
my soil, the moon; given back with intent
because her own pure heart is heaven sent.
For never was born a truer design
than of nature free, from Creator's mind
Inspiration from Richard Lamoureux's 'Pitcher Perfect'
"The Lord poured me, a pitcher of time.
*For my personal use, it was only mine.*
A generous portion, it seemed I got.
I wasted so much, I poured out a lot."
Pick One Line, Any Line Contest of Richard Lamoureux
written by nette onclaud