A poem about things in motion. |
Rotating, rotating on its axis Earth spinning, spinning, Is it an illusion? most creatures think yes, educated beings know not. We all stand still and move at our own good time. Rising, rising, throughout the day the sun painting, painting the sky with it's vivid rays and keeping Earth warm all day. Falling, falling once more the Sun allowing, allowing the moon its turn to shine bright amongst the stars. Twinkling, twinkling the night away Stars carry, secretly carry our dreams and wishes to the big man above. Flowing, flowing, flowing by. Wind doing it's thing disturbing everything while passing by Floating, floating, floating by. Clouds bringing, bringing beauty or danger depending on its mood. Trees and mountains growing high Birds sometime soaring, some flapping, and others taking necessary dives. Dogs chasing cats. Cat chasing mice. Mice and other rodents. Rodents stealthy, stealthy looking for food. Horses galloping their time away. Lions and tigers prowling the land. Wolves running in packs. Fishes swimming in schools. But, what about man? Man, "the superior beings," takes the easy way by riding their time and energy away on cars, boats, and even planes. |