Roots, yeah, roots, I smell them. A true follower will know exactly what I mean. I wrote some of these lines as part of another poem. I first discarded those lines then I pulled it out and wrote a reality, a truth.
Isolation.
Water bubbles upon the cold pebbles danced
The stream purified the nature from the impurities
Left by humanity in their brutal cruelty
Ah’ Mother Nature her virginity regained.
The broken bubble added a new note
To the music of the flowing river
The chirping birds took a dip and shivered
In the water made cold by the northern winds.
The air so good, the feeling so great at the end of fall
The fallen leaves as green summer’s monuments gathered
Ah’ in my mind too a monument of feelings built
With loving words as building blocks you gave.
Now the love I felt you leave under summer’s monuments
Ah’ I let the cold winds of fall with smell of winter, freeze
The images and feelings of a sunny summer of wonders
Oh’ all I feel is the Earth and all in there moving far, far.
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