To Raise The Flag Of Earth


Here in the heights
mist-wrapped mountains
change gowns, moods with the wind.

Flirting with sun and rainbows,
their limbs appear and recede
in a dance older than the stones.

Once we counted on its never ending,
this charming pirouette of earth in space.

Indeed it never will, though we
clever apes may kill ourselves
with things we cannot see or touch or breathe,
bringing down our house
and everything in it
because we loved not life, but ease.

Falls of water surge and plunge,
birds swerve between the drops,
fish school in silver swarms
at home beside the teeming reef,
and we who marvel at the sight
must somehow stretch our trembling arms
to shield from poisons floating down
the fragile tendrils of the vine
whose flowers are our future.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem