Life
Breathing in the earthly smells of dirt and dew-eyed grass,
I view the glistening beauty in each crispy green celled shaft.
Springing forth miles of clover and a blanket of seeds
replacing the useless, dying one's needs.
Teaming, sundry bugs aloft pollinating the closest crop
‘til not a spec of yellow dust be robbed or taken without lust.
A seething shroud of sun bears down drinking up the luscious grounds
inso leaving a dried up brooke revealing cracks in every nook.
Where the teams of bugs once thick? Hiding ‘neath their leaves and sticks.
Survive the day from predators and at dawn's glow can once emerge.
A Cool dark night sneaks quietly in and hovering clouds soon begin
the noise of thunder to crack and warn -- the crickets stop as lightening soars.
Facade the noise and the light -- only small filled drops take flight
The gentle dripping of the rain allows the earth to soothe her pain.

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