Inhabitants Poem by Gianni Pintus

The evolution of the earth around the sun
A tireless endless battle start to run.

It brings on me stories of the stolen seasons,
Rain, snow, mild and warm weather lay here for a reason.

All the earth's holy inhabitants are in debate,
So we all know when it come the time to celebrate.

The radiant warriors are walk alongside the white witches,
And when to bare theirselves out in the hot sand beaches.

Into the heavens I weep,
For a pain that is so deep.
Within. not even the soul can see it,
Nor can it hear or feel it.
Only through the eyes can it be seen,
It cannot be helped. if I feel it.

So we know what to eat and what to wear,
So we know when the season's greetings are to share.
Flowers bud, blossom, are in motion,
Lakes frozen, Iceberg melt, and humans hibernate,
I wonder when we all adapt the unsparing sun to transformate.

Well, when the earth itself is so reliant,
Will the inhabitants be so valiant?