Waiting on the Earth

April 29, 2010
Waiting on the Earth

I lay by the old beech tree,
Waiting for the sun to drip
I stand up and see,
Gazing up at the tip,

Majestic and pristine it stands,
Shadowing the constant plains,
A whip like dimension wraps like a band,
If one thinks of the objects pains.

Whipped along the grassland,
Dressed in precious rock,
Surfaces are seen the wash away the bland
As if it were a key and i opened the lock.

The breeze begins to ready,
Red and yellow flash through the dunes,
I look up and move my hands steady,
Whispers pierce the soul with mellow tunes.

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