With the banks of blossoming azaleas
Is an eye to meet, in slippery confusion.
For the unsafe swallows a trunk of a tree
Too solidified by gracious mud and earth.
Life is the best work, a full philosophy
Meets the ear with resonance of the tongue.
May each causeway be a blessed act,
May each other beam on the eyes of strangers.
With the blossoming heritage of our times,
The banks of the rivers that run are to be
Investigated to see if masters of pain damage
The ecology and the environment.
The banks shall be tearful if allowed,
Shouts of waves penetrate as shallow waves,
And shutting the waves creates delusion.
Life works at rest. Life is a world of words
In tarnished confusion.
Monday, September 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: flowers,rivers