Karst
There's truth now behind, that great irony:
You can't see the forest from it's multitudinous trees.
Well, at least be aware that
the spirit is there in entirety.
It encompasses space that
time will erase
unless it's wisdom heed.
But the spirit remains for a moment.
A ghost put to shame, and
we are to blame, for owning it which cannot be tamed.
Time is meaningless, but the
world isn't gleaning this, not
understanding this fleeting kiss,
our touch is infectious, reckless
there is no way to reset this.
Denature our mother that
we so unjustly smother
for this appetite we can never sate.
As Love turns to Hate,
Our kiss turns to bait,
till we ignore what we can't flee,
can't see the Forest from the Trees.
Our world is always changing, constantly rearranging.
From ocean depths to mountain peaks, Mother Nature moves and speaks.
Thank You, Sends love.
~ Pandora ✡
