While Humans Built
while humans built towers
the meaning was in stars
and the petals of flowers
spun on an orb weaver’s thread
sparkling with dew,
tapped in the fertile soil
by the tree’s persistent roots,
tossed by the brute wind
like the dead leaves of autumn
flowing like the cool, clear waters
of the ground-sprung creek
cleansing like the rain
warming like the sun
blanketing like snow stores undone
flying on the wings of birds and butterflies
churning up the earth like worms
standing firm like rock
eroding like sand
and
like the great willow
ever growing toward the sky
still, cascading to the ground
sheltering life
in its tent
of leaves
draped
around
while humans built towers
the beauty was in stars
and the petals of flowers
~
Words and Photography ©2018 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me
Posted in poetry & free verse.
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