When Waters Run Uphill
I live in the far-flung narrow nook
That time, has long ago forgotten
Where the hills nurture the brooks
And the pathways gaily beaten
Where the East smiling each morn
From behind the old aged mountain
Wherein the small town lies, with the merry swallow,
That darts, and speeds its flight through valleys, narrow
The old pine tree and cedar and the bending willow
Breathe their spirit into bodies, dead and hollow
From the beaten pathways, winding hill-ward
Where the birds live and sing with clear cord
And the lark hovers steadfast in the blue
Hanging to her fantasy, and melodies flow
From all these, i hear heaven's call
From the elements that voice freedom
Away from the mundane life
And from humans' rage and brawl
The spirit finds refuge, in where
He first came from; from where
His dust had taken the first form
In this time of a plague out of the norm
Only Nature and its elements still in good form
No harm was done, fear no heaven's warn !!!
But man, Oh poor me !!!
Woe to him who, thorns he did sow
Norms he did break, his fears now grow
Waves of another sea have reached his closest shores
No breakwaters have been built against the raging sea
Nature takes her stream, follows an inspired path..
Regardless of any human interference,
When nature's laws are broken, then
Plagues are the most disastrous token
So, let's turn the time clockwise
And behave like nature, "wild and wise"
Copyright © POETIC FLAME | Year Posted 2021
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