On the tip of the green
lies a crystal tear
Holding on to the green
As her end comes near.
Up and down
waved the green in rage
On it was the tear
Clutching her edgy cage.
At the Earth's womb
burst a little pod
It longed for a tear
And begged the green to nod
Scared of the Earth
the tear begged not
She wished to be caged
But freedom, she got.
She saw a bloom of life
When on the pod, she fell
Now happily, she rained on
with her tales, she would tell...
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ReplyDeletebeautiful :) to cry and not to cry :)
ReplyDeleteLoved it's wording :)
ReplyDeleteNicely expressed!
Visited your blog after long...loved the rhymings :)
ReplyDeleteIt's interesting that I wrote something about rain last night as well! It's a beautiful thing, isn't it? The rain...? :)
ReplyDeleteCheers...
Beautiful piece.
ReplyDeleteCheers,
Casey