Poem's Keep On Breathing

Fog broke into fleecy tufts,
Driven away by the wind;
Mother Earth bathed in sunlight
Under the glare of the sun.

Some green leaves in the treetops,
Covering the earth’s vales & mounts,
Danced in the wind that stroked them.

I wrote poems from what I saw.
In my built-in receptor,
Mother Earth’s silent voice stirred,
“You give life in what you saw;
Go on as you roam around,
When you sink into my skin
One plants a marker thereon;
Thenceforth you’re measured by time.

“But the poems you’ve written
Keep breathing forevermore.”

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