Earth

We who inherit the earth,

Shall we be burdened,

By a massed ball of matter,

Crushing such meagre souls,

Revolving around this burning giant,

It's only hydrogen after all,

Each ocean we will worship,

And tree we shall treasure,

Since hen-like Mother Nature,

Has long since flown the coop.

Vapour shimmers in the air,

One thousand spectres weeping,

Beneath an ever-changing sky,

Indigo, Violet, Mahogany, Jade,

The iron fist, The guiding hand,

Wrought Steel Technology,

Now it's their land.

What a low price for the planet,

Are we further in the dark than ever?

This mood-reflecting sky is of no comfort,

So who rules the world?

Whoever can.

But the world will not be governed,

Only passed on like so many infections.

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Winter Haiku

Dancing teasing snow
It refuses to settle
Blatantly mocking.

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