Trees talk,
but our ears
are tuned to
another frequency.
Out of range,
we walk in forests,
yet miss all the chatter.
We miss the buzz
as the words quickly scatter,
like bees from a hive
seeking the sweet nectar of life.
Flowers too
will try to
converse with you,
only the air is so polluted
with the grind of life. It's all so loud,
yet we are blinded by bright lights,
deafened to sounds that fly by
as loudly as a cloud scraping the sky.
We miss the words
as they flitter out of view,
only seeing silence,
missing the truth
as it breaches the atmosphere
like a sharpened knife.
The air is filled
with so many languages,
spoken in ways
we can't even imagine.
It's hard to fathom
the way the scent of a colour
speaks its meaning.
We only see a shimmer,
and have a shivery feeling.
Each blade of grass
sings a chorus as we walk past.
They must think us ignorant,
as we don't even
take a glance as we pass.
Swirling colour fills the sky,
but our eyes only see a limited array,
only a small percentage
of the words they say.
We don't witness
all the warning signs
that they keep screaming about.
The hum is getting louder,
the words begging now…
Save us. Save us. Save us.
They shout,
but we just carry on
with our day,
oblivious to what
is coming our way.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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