Ready to clean the park?
of course of course
don't worry.
It's getting late this time again,
Stop playing with your little friends,
do not worry my friend,
we will come around,
these gas won't harm out nature's sounds.
Night is setting soon,
Should we not get inside?
don't worry my friend.
we have bright lights to shine
Fine, fine, but clean up soon,
Our world is dying faster than you.
my boat went away,
my heart sank,
where are my grandchildren,
why did my daughter go off the plank?
Water has fallen,
Trees are dead,
No children are left to be fed.
Dusk has come,
Young one of this world,
In which fate will you choose to hurl!
the ground beneath my feet is falling,
the walls on my house are subsiding,
my heart is sinking faster than it will heal,
oh why earth did you let down your shield?
Why did you let your warm hands go?
Why did you step on that old world show?
Where is the water left, or the small creatures,
Why did it blow?
Why did night set on the show?
YOU ARE READING
Blue Boat
PoetryPoetry has no limits. I was going to introduce myself formally, but there is no need. This is emotion. Whether it is formal, informal, or not, it is a large group of feelings, where anyone can feel anything. Read it - feel it - enjoy it. I named thi...
