Thunder Warning from the Earth
Tears of rain
falling down
one clash
one lightning strike
a cloud splits open
As if the heavens
tearing with you
the sadness
the destruction
you’re making
on this planet
vulnerable
yet flexible
Each raindrop
symbol of healing
washed away
all the dirt
we’re making
on this planet
vulnerable
yet forgivable
Each lightning bolt
is a warning
to us all
human beings
to think
by ourselves:
isn’t it time
to step back?
Let nature
doing her work
magnificently
and creatively
restoring the work
we have done
destroyable
yet repairable
Give her a chance
to restore, to grow
to flourish again
some creatures, flowers
won’t come back
new creatures, flowers
will arise
All is possible
all comes from
one single drop
a teardrop of rain
healing rain…
©® SunRise - 07/25/2024 All rights reserved
It Burns
The world around us is on fire and here I am just writing this poem. Just sitting here in the dark. Just staring at the moon. Just hoping things will be OK. Just waiting to live another day.
Here I am,
writing this poem
my house is surrounded in flames
they never reach me.
I sit and revel in their dance.
I laugh at the screams of my prey.
I enjoy watching them burn.
I enjoy it because I like the chill.
I like the chill of being sane while everything goes up in flames.
I like sitting at a desk and staring out the window, watching the end go by.
I will not revel in the end of the world.
I will not sing its praise.
But I will not cry when this world has gone away.
I will not sob when humans have gone extinct.
I will not cry at the relief.
I will just stare at the sunset, its fiery glory dazzling my eyes.
I will wait for the end, knowing a new world is about to begin.
I will wait and watch, sitting in my house, writing an ode, an ode to peace in the midst of destruction and fear.
Then, I will die.
Before that happens, a vision will come to me
A vision of a golden era.
One where no one is smart enough to think
Where everyone is under scrutiny
then, and only then, I will weep.
