As nature rages, they thumb through the pages
For a prophecy written in stone
But nature engages, as she has through the ages
In unforeseen rants of her own.
It comforts the soul, and enforces their goal
To portray it as something divine
As the century grows old, the truth will unfold
And me thinks in the end we will find
The destruction of us will be not by command
But the result of our own misguided hand.
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Beautiful poem.
Would’ve liked this if I could, but since I can’t, I’ll write a comment. And follow.
The rhyming worked wonderfully in favour of your message. The title? Splendid. I enjoyed this a lot.
Thank you Blue!
Hey Shirley, I feel like I really gained something from browsing your blog so I’ve decided to nominate you for the 7 x 7 Link Award.
http://bluesander.wordpress.com/2011/12/26/the-seven-x-seven-link-award/
I do hope you keep blogging here, since I love your writing style. Also, please pass the award on if you can. (:
Happy holidays!
‘Nessa.
Hey Shirley, hopefully when their game becomes lethal the only ones left will be those of us that wouldn’t play it. Happy new year and congrats!
Bob
Hello Shirley. I am a composer and like your poetry. If you would like to cooperate with me leave me a message please.
Best wishes…
Mahdi
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Thanks everyone!