The Poem
The poem
The poem that poem it speaks
Of course it speaks they are words
It speaks to soul, spirit, sound as
Poem you sing to me
Resonate sings such a song of hope
Words of the poem are sad, bad where is the hope
The hope is sound
forget words forget
It is rhythm that dances like waves that tumble play
Yes words they speak but less so meaning unless they too sing to you
Song is all we have
Sound is god like bird like buzz of Bee like trees rustle free
Poem is god Like Nature, like hope
For god is Nature and Nature God
Replace the word god in books of pray
Yes sacrilege I am
Religious fury they start the wars
Stop bombs start nature then war there is no more
War no song just angry sound
We need that gentle sound of nature to rebound
Give nature back to god and god to nature
We then have hope so birds can sing that sing in trees with wind to dance with all their song