Nothing Is Timeless And Truly Enduring
Aspens and oaks embellish the dense forest
distant from the suburbia's loud noises,
all remains unchanged in such a wilderness;
I gaze at swollen clouds reaping a storm,
nobody runs to seek shelter, all creatures stay put...
who said they don't have rules and don't live by a norm?
Yesterday brightness led to wonderful sights:
shrieking geese soared the windless skies,
Monarch butterflies twittered and flapped freely
while the returning hummingbirds warbled happily!
The shadowy night advances with the pace of raccoons,
one is completely subdued by the sense of their slowness,
do our feet straddle as theirs...on those dark paths of May?
They always rely on moonlight to catch their unsuspicious prey!
I was hoping to spot the pale face of the wandering moon,
and not erase this smile from the cheeks that seek sympathy;
so incredible are the pitiful looks of cooing hawks mostly maroon,
if we seek the same thing they seek, we must show empathy!
Open spaces reveal huge meadows with drowsy flowers,
I follow the sparkling midnight stars moving along without rush
in search of a fearful moon hiding behind the pine groves;
not all sleep placidly, the cry of a woodpecker raises from a bush!
I can make a profound observation while wandering aimlessly:
nothing is timeless and truly enduring, days flee quicker than memory;
we're fragile humans beings subjected to mercy in times of calamity...
our character is far from perfect, and not nearly close to godly!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2021
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