The planet’s leap-frog by Dark Plasma

Dark Plasma | December 27th, 2022 | poetry | No Comments

Poet Bio

The sun is the life each day gives
The warmth is a gift the sunlight lives
The sky is the air the earth breathes without
The sea is the drain the land bathes about

Twilight is the rest the dusk arrests
The night is the peace from all the unrest
The moon is the pool the night sky coolly swims
The stars, the galaxies’ beautiful dreams

The dawn is the first light the day hopes
Sunrise, the hot-air-balloon the morning ropes
The rivers are the fresh streams that valleys select
The oceans, the tears this living planet collects

The clouds are the deep thoughts of mountain peaks
Thunder is the language only they alone speak
The lightning is how the forests prune their leaves
The rain is the blessing mother nature weaves

Poet Bio

I’m an aspiring writer. A sketch artist, painter and sculptor. A permanent resident of the Theta Theatre, I therefore dream a million times a day. I love rock music and its poetic lyrics and psychedelic melodies. I’m an artist and love everything art.

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