Did you hear the sound of the shattering glass?
That sound proof mass that once spared the earth
The pain of the noise of the first strike of the clock
When time began,
Or when time seemed to matter,
Whichever one,
It doesn't matter,
But it all became real when time applied to us
When time affected us,
When we lived in its bubble
When we breathed its air,
When the first leaf fell off the tree,
When the first animal's mouth was opened,
And its prey's first cry tainted and puzzled the air
When death seemed inevitable.
Were you there?
Did you notice?
Did you care?
Do you ever give your ears a chance to listen,
To the constant funerals that surround you?
The cries that have become but a norm to the air
Do you thrive from our downfall
Add to our despair
Fuel for your cars compose for crops
Food on your tables?
It is easy to blame you,
To cling desperately to a fragment of the bigger picture
But we simply cannot.
As though lingering within your soul is still the keys of dominion,
And so we hope that somewhere
Beyond suffering with you, for you and defending against you
You'll see our beauty
And be mesmerised by the fleeting moments of a colourful flower
The secret lessons from the industrious ants
The hidden notes of the birds' songs
All the voices of nature saying there is hope
Time is limited, let's stop to enjoy life
And believe in the day when no leaf will fall,
No line of distinction between predator and prey will exist,
Just the beauty of nature
On eternity's display.
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Shadows Of My Heart (poetry from the soul; for the soul)
PoetryPoetry is life, written the way one sees it and lives it. Every experience is a word that begins a poem that speaks the length of a novel. 'Shadows Of MY Heart' takes the noticeable, everyday occurrences to explain the deeper ones that go unnoticed...
