The pitter patter of drops on broke windowsill, The drops drizzle down slowly creeping till,
they reach the ground, destination bound. one hits cement, one hits a mound.
the tiny drip drop dissolves, duskly melts into the soil. A patch of sound ground cozied in below turmoil
On now war ravaged landscapes once erections stood tall Was brought down by legions of doom in the fall,
Once rumbling with the thunder of bullets and eruptions, Now shrouded in a blanket of death and destruction,
Human life subtracted, a major deduction. Once a lively city, now black hole of suction.
But wait...
The heavy spring rains bring hope not yet lost. A tiny green sprout climbs above the green moss.
After man made their mistakes and could no longer strive, After greed killed men, nature still survives.
By: Angel Luis Nevarez II (me!)
CurbSurfer666 · Sun Dec 28, 2008 @ 09:37am · 0 Comments |