There was once a time in the days of old,
When nature’s tears sprung from great springs,
Birthing gleeful spirits.
Serenity explored the meadows,
And the stars glittered in wonder.

The wind carried her soft lull,
Weaving between the primordial giants,
Whose roots told ancient stories
And gambled with the gods.

Golden tendrils of brass and barley
Stretched their arms,
Praising the fire that warmed the sky,
Its rays kissing the prairie,
As hungry beasts roamed.

Hues of blue as deep as gems
Encapsulated her magnificent image,
As she hummed ancient lullabies
To the moon’s delight.

Then, as quickly as the seasons change,
The silence became obsolete.
Crimson soaked the emerald treasures,
Hidden with kingdoms of concrete
And now we may be too late.

For her voice is now silent,
Muzzled to extinction.
Her tears rage from volcanoes,
Watching and feasting on our blunder.

The earth once sang of her wonder.

By Shay

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I have been feeling a bit uninspired lately but here is a poem I have been working on. I hope you like it! Follow my socials: