A beautiful Maiden sits on a ledge over water
She sings sweet symphonies to the animals below
Birds circle her, straining to hear her voice
The flowers tilt towards the lady, soaking up her song like the sun
The Beatles and bugs underneath her soil gather
They dig up, hoping for a better view
As they dig the ground collapses
The maiden falls
Underneath the ground, the maiden still sings
She did not startle
She knew of her power
She knew that the animals would surround her
And she knew that the plants would migrate to around her body
That they would leave the planet a wasteland
Except for the paradise around her
Though she forgot her mistake
Because despite the beauty surrounding her
She was smothered by it
The fair maiden cannot sing
With her mouth full of sand
YOU ARE READING
blurry minds and foggy hearts
Poetrywhen conflicting opinions mix in a sea of the same the only thing left is blurry minds and foggy hearts A.K.A poetry written at 2:00 am and altered at 7:00
