Nature's Death

A soft fog flows,
Over the plains,
As a gentle breeze.
All is frozen.
Grass stands unmoved,
Tilted every which way,
Creatures subdued,
As frost begins each day.
Birds end their song,
Preparing for new life.
It shall not be long,
Ere the world turns to white.
Sunlight hides,
Beneath weary clouds.
Alas, winter abides,
Forceful and proud.
Trees lose their voices,
Flowers their temper.
Life lacking choice,
Apart awaiting Spring.
Trees grumble, they moan,
As wind strikes bare limb,
Until it be known,
They own voices again.
Water endures much suffering,
During this transition,
Peace never ensured,
In such an awkward state.
Bondage on the surface,
Liberty below.
What be the purpose,
If all shan't be free?
Soft powder smothers the soil,
Keeping secret the grass,
Covering many a man's toil.
Fall meets its end at last.
Grey fills the sky.
Bleak colour rules all.
No more do beasts cry.
Nature reaches its downfall.

 

Reviews

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This is a favorite. It reads like a prose poem (whatever the hell that is supposed to mean) and has a very third person, observatory view that seems very rare in a format overridden by self pity and other wallowing. I know you are already aware of this, but I know how you like praise aimed at originality. There you go.

[Rhonda]

awesome peom :)