Deduce

Each night it looks like rain yet not a drop falls from the darkened sky.
Each day the sun sets but there is no sunset to be seen.
A leaf falls from high above the tree tops and makes no sound as it falls and falls.
A flower blooms in the spring but no one is there to bask in all it's glory.
The snow floats quietly to the ground, taking no set path, and disappears once it stops.

The loud noise of thunder cracks and echos throughout the forest.
The sun has set on the world and may never rise again.
A tree was cut down; the sound of it's fall spread across the woods.
In winter the flower died and not a soul noticed or could care.
The snow kept on falling and falling, but nothing more than a flake sat proudly on the ground.

Author's Note

I ended it this way because I couldn't really think of a good closure.. =/

Reviews

[Scarlett]

maybe it's because it is eleven at night, but i had difficulty understanding the poem right away.
but then it could be because it had multiple meanings. Like, truly appreciating and treasuring nature. And then also, treasuring things in life that could end very soon, when you least expect it - when you actually expect them to stick around for a while.
Great write and i loved it!

[poetic soul]

end was absurd but was good...liked the imagery...
nice read!!! :)

[Jane Doe]

i likre iyt

[Kaitlin]

oh my goodness! this is amazing!
We shouldn't miss the beauty in nature because it may not be there for long...i get it!
loveeeee this.

[Deepshikha]

"The snow kept on falling and falling, but nothing more than a flake sat proudly on the ground."
This imagery...the sights, the feelings, you've done an awfully amazing job evoking my senses. It has a sense of extreme loneliness...but also of great wonder. Mind. Blown.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

There is truly powerful imagery in this poem. Its strange because things can be considered normal if one does not look beyond the surface. It seems as if the beauty of nature has been stripped away. Cloudy nights, no more sunsets, lonely flowers and murdered trees. I know that the carbon footprint issue has given a negative impression of humanity, but this poem makes me wonder is Mother Nature misses her children. She seems vulnerable and lonely in the way the pictures are painted. Will recycling fix everything? Does the Earth need love as well to be fully healthy again? This poem really makes me wonder. It is a complex piece.
There are many ways to interpret and even read this poem.