On a mundane wet walk home from school I awaken.
Walking the quiet backstreets I breathe in
the faint sea spray, the wet mossy ground alive.
The rain drops are shining as they hang from the winter buds,
our birds who stay with us for winter tweet gently, tentatively
while the seagulls sqwalk confidently.
In the distance an alarm beeps incessant.
Stepping onto the buzzing road the death machines roar overwhelming,
the petrol smell drowns the everlasting sea.
Can these two marry, love, care, cherish?
Can we nurture the delicate, natural, fierce life?
Walking the quiet backstreets I breathe in
the faint sea spray, the wet mossy ground alive.
The rain drops are shining as they hang from the winter buds,
our birds who stay with us for winter tweet gently, tentatively
while the seagulls sqwalk confidently.
In the distance an alarm beeps incessant.
Stepping onto the buzzing road the death machines roar overwhelming,
the petrol smell drowns the everlasting sea.
Can these two marry, love, care, cherish?
Can we nurture the delicate, natural, fierce life?
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