Poetry

I am the firewood

Your the match
Lighting the flame
Our poetry
Is the endless supply of firewood
To keep us warm save
Till we turn old and grey
This fire will burn
To be a legacy
For young and old
Author Maria Cornelia Abetti

It’s after midnight

Nature is alive tonight
Crickets and frogs every were
But not one spider to be seen
Or a snail
Only here and there a slug
Or a mandit
Some would blame it on climate change I totally agree
These strange seasons is confusing not only the outcome of breeding insects and moths some came out already to early I would say so nature balance is out. It will slowly make some species extinct
It’s a battle we humans can’t control
We lost that right long ago when we kept on puluting the air.
Author Maria Cornelia Abetti

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