When Mother nature slams the door, The draught will roar, The clouds will race, At a breath taking pace, The solid ground will shake, Rock, will grind with rock, to make, The hardest stone turn to sand, With nowhere exempt, from land to land, As lightning split’s the sky, Creatures of the night, in daytime will fly, The worldly wealth of gold will turn to lead, The great oak will tremble and humbly bow it’s head As the bluebells ring, And…..The last Unicorn ……..Starts to sing!
Sometimes I read a poem I want to keep close, till I've collected enough to make a book that teaches the way we are killing the earth.....this is one of them...lovely write Andrew....I hope Kids and young at heart, never stop looking for unicorns.... Niah
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Niah
As if being was not enough, The last Unicorn ……..Starts to sing! Magical...
i hope mother nature doesnt slam the door.
maybe a pause. that will be enough. i hope. for a while at least.
nice