Reality

 

Do we listen

When silence speaks

In Mother Nature’s tongue

Let it drown out the technosaurus

Stomping loudly on anything

More than a day old

Time will soon be tired

Of being archived by the minute

But nothing can stop the wind

From carving out canyons

Or the sun

From casting shadows

Where no one even looks

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Do we sense

The softness of the breeze

She whispers on our skin

Caressing with only one purpose

To touch us… so we feel

Or have we forgotten

More than we know

Reality will soon be tired

Of hiding beneath the light

Of the machines we type on

The media we thrive on

The “friends” we depend upon

In this mechanical mess we call life