IT'S IN THE AIR (Otherworld Part 7)
Was it something heard,A scream.
Coming from a bird,
Are there birds?
Or was it overheard,
In the bleating of a dream.
There it is again a scream,
A scream did you hear!
It seems to be near.
Can't you hear,
Can't you see.
No wait the screams,
There coming from
Inside of me.
Think I understand,
A message written,
On a opaque world.
On a piece of wind
As we all take flight.
With a newly added
Pair of wings.
as we glance down
All we seem to see,
Is the world we found.
Green and lush,
We thought we could
Adapt it, But instead It adapted us.
Still Looking down,
I see the birds.
Circling around,
The idle flower trees,
With creatures on the ground.
An oxygen rich environment,
Planet alive with sound.
With a torrible climate,
As we traveled on the wind.
Now the protectors of this planet,
Angel's do have wings.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2021-11-15 at 02:37
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