The Living World Poem by Ayatullah Nurjati

The clouds drift toward a halt at the end of the night
Her belly is big pregnant and getting ready to give birth to coffers and Raindrops
She gave birth prematurely due to the jolt and shock of a flash of thunder
Even though they often live side by side, Lightning is always just fad acknowledging the clouds

But cloud remains patient in wading through her life and never gets tired of the causality of his birth
Meanwhile, the sun as a boss is always sincere and sells out his love
Soil, Plants and all the creatures under it always crave their presence even though it's not always like that
Everything in the heavens and on earth always gives sincerity to all living things in the world

© Ayatullah Nurjati @poemhunter.com
Palmerah, September 22nd,2022.12: 42 PM