Ode To Earth Poem by welkin siskin

There are million things dead on her chest,
Decayed flesh, silent tombs

Given rise to though bizarre actions!
Stream of shreds and tears

Borne out of their conscious choice

Seemingly is a thin river of blood

Flowing, striking the shore of human heart!

And lives in complex maze chained,

Taken in ruthless killings every so often,

Even in a fraction of second, uncountable!
Drier have become rivers and rivulets,

The water is not free from impurities,

It is made filthier every now and then.

There are barely any softwoods and shrubs

Seen grown abundantly today:

The Two- winged silver bell,

The Lace bark elm,

Incense cedar, dark gray, vertical in sprays;

Blue moss cypress, prickly, adorned in slivery bluish green,

And confederate rose, swinging in pale pink to deep yellow.

Wren and Robin, Lesser Striped Swallow, Blue Bird-of-paradise

Do not make melody and singsong.

There in the midst of exploitation and explosion

Lives the unflinching promise of future!