Sky, Sea, Stone

A poem I wrote about, you guessed it, the sky, the sea and the earth

The sky

Is made of rippling fabric

That changes colors

With the time

At day it is blue and white

And billows with the wind

And the gleam of the fabric moves

And creates our sun

At night the fabric is deep blue

It is silent and vast and deep

And the fabric is ripped with holes

That let a silver light shine down

And the holes reveal a new dimension

 

The sea

Is built from a deep abyss

That never ends and drags down

Into darkness

At the beginning it was clear

And cool with small waves that

Washed ashore and painted the sands

With crabs and shells

That are snapped up by gulls that rest on water

Near the end the abyss is black

And dark monsters swirl in the water

Creating swells of surging water

That breeds fear and misery

 

The earth

Is forged of solid metal

That is firm and steady

And it never sways

At the center it is firm

Yet the vibrations of every step

Every skip and trip and walk

Echo around the metal

And the metal mourns the passing

Of every single pulse of life

But the earth doesn’t waver in grief

Nor does it shed a single tear

Because the Earth is constant and enduring

Author's Note

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