The Beauty of this Earth

Joshua Shaw, Seven Hills: An American Landscape (1818)

The Beauty of this Earth, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The velvety coolness of tall green grass
Offers some relief from a red hot sun
Which slithers slowly into the crevasse
The transfer from day to night nearly done

In amber stillness I wait for the moon
Full it will be, shinning like polished brass
Looking like a yellow birthday balloon
Will make the blue water appear like glass

Before its arrival time will stand still
While dots of popcorn fill the blackened sky
Frozen by a feeling that’s surreal
I am weightless in the place where I lie

Astounding is the beauty of this earth
In this stillness I’ve feelings of rebirth

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