Close your eyes and write a poem,
Because sights are beautiful
Look at the sounds.
Just once, write not about
The emerald hue of the leaves of that tree,
But how they rustle, some afraid, some boldly
Flirting with the wind
That caresses the canopy.
Let their viridian rhyme
Find tongue in your words.
Write not about how the silver rain
Falls like angelic tears
But how it pitter-patters;
Stilettoed elves dancing
To the baritone of heavenly lions.
Let their tiny feet tap
To the treble of your verses.
Write about chirpy chittering squirrels on a summer morning
Their shrill titter hopping on the stairs of childish symphony,
With the shier, softer squeaks
From the tiny throats of whistling sparrows.
Let their merry music merge
With the leaves of your lyric.
Write about the gurgling rush of water
Splashing out of hose pipes, flowing
In turbulent gushes;
The soft peals of a thousand tiny bells
Quenching the sighing soil.
Let their petrichor vocalisations
Immortalise in your ink.
Write not about the orange flames of the campfire,
But how it crackles, searing through the skin of the night,
Whose pain howls through wolves,
How the fire only laughs, clapping on helpless wood
Which cracks to its fiery burning song.
Let those chuckling embers
Burn in your poetry.
For once, just for once,
See the world through your ears,
Let your eyes rest; close them
And write a poem.
Happy Earth Day, everyone.