May on Mars

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Not sure what to put - I guess it's about nature

Submitted: May 16, 2012

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May on Mars

Hello mr. Bluetit,
Sitting outside my morning window.
How fitfully you flit and fly
From branch to branch
Along the cherry tree.

My garden is indeed well known
For it's cherry blossom,
Yet you do not hold back
From your feasting on the flower,
Gently tugging off the petals.

They fall to the floor in a pink pattern.
A beautiful carpet of carnation pink
Lying on my cold, grey path.
The other creatures do not come
And make such mess upon the floor.

The bees stop to extend a tongue,
Leave no trace of their visit.
The ants come in their numerous numbers
Taking nothing but a leaf
Or twig, then leaving.

But you, mr. Bluetit,
Come early in your morning
In full knowledge that once this tree has gone
There is another, further from my window.
You are more intelligent

Than the bees and ants
That forage one by one in process,
Finding tree by tree their food.
You know that once this tree has gone,
There will always be one more.


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