Planet Earth's Foreign CreatorA Poem by Curiosity's Virtuoso
How nature is foreign in our modern society.
From off a path and down a hill
The poor boy knew as instinct should
And yet there was beauty in the reaper’s place
The room glowed around the sheeted silhouette of a man
To such material creatures nature is foreign
And so the poor boy will wipe his eyes
The door will close, the entryway will seal
© 2012 Curiosity's Virtuoso
AboutHey there! :D My name is Kristen. I'm a 16 year old writer from Long Island, NY. Truly I like to think of myself as more of a poet than anything else but I also like writing short stories. I am alway.. more..