Earth Is Gift
A brilliant, wide rainbow bent over a stone in the creek.
A jealous breeze carries the suppressed echo from the caves.
White blossoms inspire the soul when it begins to feel bleak.
Purple flowers draw in a fix and shatter into repair waves.
Unhindered by Her force, the wind blows all alone.
Breadths wrap the sundown planets daily.
Jerks the branches, delivering whistle groan.
This figure behaves as an apt mate, not a lethal enemy.
Green plants, similar to foliage in the yard, tirelessly arise.
If you listen intently, you can hear the wilderness gasping.
Tree's contorted, twisted appendages climb right to paradise.
A close-by streaming stream might be distinguished mumbling.
Regardless of mankind's hubris, we don't possess anything.
This Planet is given to us for a specific time span.
Against the downfall of our reality, we will be revitalizing.
May our journey is brightened up with delightful spawn!
Written: June 16, 2021
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
All Yours (Jun 25) Poetry Contest
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