In silence, witness the power <br />of nature and insane world's <br />pointless wisdom which ends in <br />fire and wood ash <br />From the distorted window <br />listen the roar of toys in human shapes <br />behind earthern autumn when nature <br />kows to change a season in grace <br />and elegance <br />From the evergreen earth wait for <br />one more unconventional reprisal, <br />a perfect place to disown identity of <br />burnt up effigies and on that stillness a few <br />laugh aloud and toss in their hands <br />a toy globe accross their wrtiting table <br />filled with paper reams on which <br />they scribble their minds shades <br />to tamper earth and earthern elements <br />In silence, near the shores of a calm ocean <br />wait for for one more storm and <br />perhaps they sing aloud funeral songs <br />for nature and natural seasons again and again <br />From distance witness the shows of <br />supernaturals in their fancy dreams believe <br />they hold the key of of the world and <br />Creator of this universe...<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/supernaturals/
