The Poetic Word
Closest to Creator
I hear creation whispers the loudest, when immersed in the rivers and marshlands.
I hear creation whispers the loudest,
When immersed in the rivers and marshlands.
Rustling leaves from the canopy of the
Earth’s lungs,
humble yet mighty forests,
Cannot fathom the articulate networks
Of the fellowship of trees.
Breaking bread & sends prayers throughout root systems.
Community watch as they signal dangers,
Like society back in the 90s & previous
Societies.
When neighbours cared to look after
One another.
Detailed to perfection,
Every living & non-living play a part
Of a masterpiece that haven’t been
Full decoded.
Remove a piece from nature’s chessboard
Is fool’s play.
Refusal of taking heed to not respect
Creation unspoken rules,
Leads to the gates of gnashing of teeth,
An inferno that will never cease,
Until it purifies everything that brings
Harm to its veins…