Grey shall turn thy Green Pride
Proud Earth when prided in a solar meet:
Look I'm alive; none of you as I view,
Ye all are frozen, scorching else, unfit,
Nature has blest me with a rare virtue—
An asset O for eons to cherish,
Destiny’s experiment, you’ll perish.
Sun, ever benign, smiling said sans ire:
I burn my flesh and my very being,
You know not, I get singed in sacred fire
That thy womb warms, my child, autumn to spring.
Feel blessed, and never be such an ingrate,
O pompous wretch, proud to get put-on cheers,
Is this what ye teach to life you create?
For years in right place, go thank all your peers.
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Sonnet | 01.11.2007, revised Jan 2024|
Poet’s note: An odd sonnet which starts with a sestet, followed by an octave. Smug atop the pyramid of life, Earth once felt proud of having created intelligent life. The sun then chided her and advised her to set a good example to her brood, the so-called intelligent life out to destroy her. Beware, as this sonnet says to earth: Grey shall turn thy Green Pride.
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