A Fragile World

It seems long ago when I was a child
Nature radiated simplicity and beauty.
It touched me deeply.

The pastel hues of light
Passing through delicate flower petals
Created unknown and wonderous worlds for me.

Tall weeds engulfed me
And I imagined with clarity
As children do

The adventures of a tiny person in green jungles
Populated by ferocious beasts of spiders,
Insects, and reptiles.

That curiosity and lust for adventure
Now takes me to a world under the sea
With plants and creatures few people will ever see

It is a place beyond childhood dreams
A fragile world that just like a dream,
Is fading from our world.

Poetry by Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-11-14 at 02:33

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Beautifully done

Something is fading from our world but was it ever there?

This is very vivid, and nice, awesome poem.

F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Taking, mesmerizing and a place of dreams as children dream them... really beautiful. Enjoyed this immensely, thanks :) xx

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh, yeah. The poem is very nicely written, too.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Let's hope that it can be saved. I got to snorkel off of the Great Barrier Reef last summer, and it was an amazing experience.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I know exactly what you mean. When I go to the front of the house to open the gates I look at the brush that our Birds Of Paradise plants have grown into and I keep thinking that there might be little people living in there and how exciting it would be to see them. I am crazy I guess. Thanks for bringing back the enchantment of youth to us in this wonderful piece.

words aren't black or white
they are not a race

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Bleached like the coral? In my world the change is undeniable, the evidence is everywhere. Why bother to deny it, yet so many do.

Images of childhood make this even more poignant.