La tierra

La tierra

A Poem by Talesha
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"It's important to see nature. I mean,really admire it,feel its presences,it's peace,it's non-judgmental silence.Let it drench the overwhelming greed and hostility of human nature." -T.M

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Dusty earth rests,
Habitat for ants,other crawling pests.
Trees stand strong,
Clouds float in a throng.

The silent breeze blows,
Compromised position,
Letting thoughts flow,
Picturesque tranquility,truly a grand vision.

Who are we?What's our purpose here?
Dying before realizing? Indeed a fear.
We are who we are,who we claim to be,
Residing in materialistic hypocrisy,not plain to see.

How can this life change?
Crime,money-crazed,
Stealing for egotistical gain,
Cold-blooded complacence,truly deranged.


One focus,few goals,
Distant to what we desire,
Manipulating others,tarnishing our souls,
Place to resides awaits in eternal fire.

Worries on our mind,
Lost the innocence as a child,
We became so cold,
Kindness turns to greed,misery unfolds.

We exist day to night,
Honesty-a quality retorting fright.
Making promises that we break,
Money is worth more,loved ones we forsake.

Life has built and ruined us,
Hatred,materialistic desires in surplus,
We used to be noble,we used to care,
Subsequent wrath of God,we don't seem to fear.

But the dusty earth lay unspoken,
Forceful branches stand unbroken,
The fleecy bubbles still floats,
Birds melodiously strain their throats.

Nature full of peace
All its glory,a humble beast,
Noble and selfless,
Never judging the sinners,blessing the deceased.

© 2014 Talesha


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What a lovely poem. :)

Kaze~

Posted 11 Years Ago


Talesha

11 Years Ago

Thank you Kaze :)
♔ CrownedDevil ☾

11 Years Ago

It was my pleasure. :)

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