Our Precious Earth Poem by David Wood
Our Precious Earth
Looking down on this planet as
The sun opens with a smile from
Moons dark night. Casting away
Those drab weary shadows.
Of billowing clouds and light soft
Airs. Of oceans depth and rolling
Waves. Of green fields of corn and
Lush meadows and sunflowers
Bathing in the sun's warm rays.
Of forests reaching towards the sky
And valleys and mountains riding high
Singing birds with swans on lakes.
Stags and deer prance their dance in
The Highlands. Stags locking horns
To win reluctant females, while now
Woolly sheep walk the hills of Wales.
Of seasons controlling natures way, of
Birth, life and death. Yet man has been
A poor gardener where the Earth is now
Struggling to survive. Will he ever learn?
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Indeed, Robert! We have to save our precious and beautiful Mother Earth.......10
There are few good gardeners still, that's why the earth has survived so far. But surely, we need many more to nurture the vast Mother Earth.
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4/30/2024 1:48:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A well written poem David. Five stars.