No more clapping palms.
A fly dead in shocked violence.
Silence falls. At last.
nature
Hurt the Sky
Lightning pierces sky
wounding with crazed cruel intent
Thunder gives applause.
Hands
Nature holds our hand
we wear daisy chains
and lay on green blades
getting tickled
but the dandelions die
and fade without fanfare
hoping to return
all the while
nature holds our hand.
Paul Writes Poems 