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If the Earth Could Sing

In spring time
Grasses whisper,
Hushed voices murmur
As I walk by.
And when the wind blows
I can hear the earth sing
Songs of the ages gone.

They sing songs 
Of wind and rain,
And a time when the 
World was new. 
When the wind blew across
The open plain, and
Buffalo roamed wild and free.

Songs which tell
Of the birth of men,
Before they did
Conquer the earth.
Before they did take the lives
Of millions, and watered
The earth with blood and tears.

The earth long ago
Grew weary of the 
Doings of men.
A day may come when the
World returns to the way it once was,
And our cities return to forest,
Remembered only in song.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Krutsinger Avatar
June 11, 2020 at 11:03 PM
This felt like a gentle breeze whispering poetry through grass.
Poynter Avatar
June 12, 2020 at 4:54 PM
Many thanks, Caren.
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