The world is asleep,
Yet it is silently atuned
To fixing all ills in its wake
For our sake. As we slumber
It toils and negates life's spoils
By turning sense to nonsensical
Flights of dreams, as it mends
Our bodies to create dividends
For a free future of light and possibility,
When all around us speak inability.
Like a perpetual stream nature is also engagged in accruing energy for the next day.A true write in motion and mind/10.
our bodies to create dividends! the energy we needed, for the next day work..Nice poem JC.
For a free future of light and possibility, lovely words, wonderful poem. thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful well crafted superbly written poems.I like the breath taking last line!