(Photo credit: Flickr)
When the world haggle senselessly,
Stoning themselves with hatred endlessly,
I simply laugh continuously.
They fail to see my beauty
They fail to see my work.
They only see their evil
splattered all over their world.
I weep for my clouds,
I weep for my mountains.
My hills groaned with displeasure.
as my leaves danced with agitation.
When will sons see their foolishness,
and embrace joy?
Until I steal the wind? Or make
my rivers dry?
They haggle for the price of peace,
when they only need to love.
I rarely watch the news, but I love reading newspapers and when I do, I’ll check BBC website on my laptop for updates which is ironic, because at the end of the day, I still watch news, albeit, reluctantly. This simple poem didn’t follow any pattern but it just came to me when I saw this stunning picture. I want to celebrate the earth, so I take the place of a creator bemoaning the stupidity of His creations. I hope you like it.
To all my American friends, I wish you ‘Happy Thanksgiving,’ in advance, and to those caught up in the Ferguson riots, please keep out of it and stay safe.
Enjoy the rest of the week friends!
Much love, always!