Earth's Poem

Earth's Poem

 

The poetry of Earth never dies.

It sometimes rest,

Like the birds of the skies-

Resting in the trees.

Hiding from the hat sun,

As the grasshopper,

Among the meadow's flowers.

But never ceasing,

As in winter;

When the cricket's song grows-

In the silence of the night.

Author's Note

This is one of my earliest poems, about 20yrs old. It was a class assinment.