Poem
Whispers of the Earth
The colours and elements of the Earth become voice, memory and a promise of renewal.
World of sounds World of voices World of noises
World of light World of darkness
World of blue Whispers of wind on high Dreams that float like paper kites Peace in the breath of morning light
World of yellow Laughter in a field of grain Sunlight dancing on windowpanes Joy that hums in golden rain
World of red Fire in the blood, alive and bold Roses blooming where stories unfold A heart that dares, a love untold
You shaped me from soil and water You breathed life into me with fire and air
But I used you But I abused you And now, my dear planet, you are crying because of me
And still, within the calm between the rains, I hear your whispers, gentle like soft strains, Calling me back to roots where life first springs, To ancient grounds where hope forever clings.
The pulse of soil beneath my feet, The breath of wind, both fierce and sweet, The flame that burns within my core, And waves that sing along the shore.
A call of earth, air, fire, and sea, A promise of life’s eternity.
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