What Is There - Poem by RIC BASTASA

a worm inside the home
of its hollows
at night it sings and i can hear
its joys of
home and family

a bird rests on a twig of a tree
it sleeps beside the
quarter moon
the leaves are calm
respectful of the

inside the room
i contemplate on this
perfection: nature in harmony
with the self
there is joy
there is sorrow shared
in our solitude

there is this silence that
respects the earth
like the stars
in perpetual twinkle

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 28, 2010

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