How many crushed cicada insects once were we?

If a stone sinks              

From where was it raised?

If the salts in the sea

Came from you and me

How many grains of sand once were we?

How many bees…

Did it take to pollinate these giant redwood trees?

How many crushed cicada insects once were we?

How many weeds and undeveloped seeds were we?

So they’ve had their moments and graced the sun.

I guess those whose waves, had to roll-undone

Have been left to leave but few or none!

Did so to fire our; starting pistol gun.

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

Great piece, Mark. loved the concept and great flow.

[Mark Heathcote]

Some poems I don’t know how they come about you follow your gut instincts, muse, whatever with little restrictions or to some tight structure and you then write. But then most I don’t like but I like this one myself which I often don’t. Thanks you for the visit and your comments my friend. :)

[zainul]

I was instantly drawn by the title.
The photo strengthened its appeal.
The poem itself is priceless for its content and insights.
Very thought provoking work.
Enjoyed reading.

[Mark Heathcote]

Thank You Zainul :)

[zainul]

You are most welcome Mark :)

[Sami Khalil]

All good scientific or philosophical questions...Bravo.......................

[Mark Heathcote]

Thank you Sami :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:).....................