SomethingA Poem by Lone WolfA weird poem I made up by staring at the outside...Two clocks are never accurate One ticks a half second Before the other.
Two things... An orange cat An orange pig. They stand side by side. How? How did I notice that?
Rain patters outside It isn't accurate, either. It patters quickly Then slowly.
Envelopes for money Money for envelopes Post-its Red and yellow and pink.
There's a hum of life outside Rain, trees, and bushes. Us humanity, trapped inside No better than the orange pig or cat.
The window stands between us. Are we scared? Scared of a simple rain? So scared we cannot go out? So scared we can only watch the orange cat clock tick?
Us humanity babbling nonsense So strong, we are, able to build towers and buildings! So scared of a simple rain?
Mankind's imitation of nature is pathetic. We place plastic trees Curtains embroidered with leaves Perhaps they have their air of beauty But they never can compare to the ones outside.
Money for envelopes Envelopes for money. They are something. Vague, nothing matters much. So oblivious, we are, mankind!
Post-its, red and yellow. Made from man too. But as the scientists say... We have only discovered A miniscule amount of the ocean
Perhaps only five percent out of a hundred. Nature's magic It never ends.
Nature isn't perfect Such as the rain outside. See? It pours strongly now... But now it ceases. Never take the assumption That mankind and nature are perfect.
Both are not Though they both try. Us man, we shall never be perfect. But nature can be as close to perfect as ever.
Morning's magic starts. The rain stops. There's no sun, but there will be. A possibility.
Perhaps only five percent out of a hundred. Nature's magic. It never ends.
© 2013 Lone Wolf
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1 Review Added on September 28, 2013 Last Updated on September 28, 2013 AuthorLone WolfA Place Where I'll Love Writing. AKA Everywhere. :DAboutSome people don't cry because they are weak... They cry because they have been strong for too long... There's always that time when you face a two-faced friend or an impossible situation you feel li.. more..Writing
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