Best Seasonsdark Poems
When the trees in the bush
Are yearning, and the blue
Skies are angry; the dark
Clouds start to blaze and bark.
So when the dark cloud
Are roaring… crying out loud,
And the dried leaves are drinking;
It’s nature that is soaring and singing.
The season is singing songs of succor
To the plants and flowers that are poor,
to men, it sounds like disturbing drums?
...by the terrific thunderstorms.
When the tree in the bush
are yearning and the blue
skies are angry, the dark
clouds will blaze and bark
so when the dark cloud
are crying out loud
and the leaves are drinking,
I know nature is the one singing
Singing songs of succor
to the plants that are poor,
who’s beating the drums?
…the thunderstorms