Heavens sky scape
was glowing with fire,
high coloured as poppies
ablaze with suns flame -
compassionate showers
stirred nature alive
so earth would not grieve,
but remember the seeds
of its dead, red flowers.
Sally Plumb
Wow. THe power of the seed, to bring forth life that was! This poem is so alive! Absolutely loved the read.; D
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So nicely envisioned. Beautiful poem Thanks for sharing.