The trees make musicA Poem by isiah_holmes
The silence.. the silence The falsehood, the calls of countless crickets The music of nature, the artistic creation Created without true conscious
There was no design, maticulous planning There is no order in the grass The dweling of the conductor The old one, the one who dictates the symphony
The nocturnal creatures, singing softly to one another This truest peace, the new friend The trees, pillars of knowlege Housing entire cities, hiding the fantastic from our eyes Only when we see the creatures of the beautiful song Do we despise its rythme Condeming its composers to genocide © 2013 isiah_holmes |
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Added on August 29, 2013 Last Updated on August 29, 2013 Author
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