POEM #34: SYMPHONY
As a lone sparrow weaves its tapestry,
The notes bellowed like screams into the night.
Below, a lamb sleeps on dew-soaked meadow,
Silent, serene—like a little ball of somber light.
Below the sea's forgotten arch, creatures loom,
The jellywish wails—an elegy to Earth's core.
No ray is left behind, shrouded in shared fear,
Their stories mingle in disguise, a new lore.
We fawn together by the thread of life,
From the grouping ants to the big, bad bears.
The globe rejoices like stars in heaven,
Painting a galaxy that's rivaled in pairs.
1/12/25
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