If We See
We can…
notice nature suffers,
how pretty flowers wilt
in heat of midday sun,
how plants are broken
by the wind, how some
die from frosty cold.
But…
still see natures beauty
blooms, a cascade of
colour, lights our much
divided fractured world.
Which…
has no concern, so
occupied by conflict, war,
discrimination, worry and
its greed for many things.
Yet…
our world suffers all of
mans quarrels and disorder,
so it can be, a poets dream,
a bards delight, a writers relish
and an artists paradise.
18-08-2009
poem by Bob Blackwell
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