Killer waves
Is there such a thing as
garden sprites and earth angels?
Do garden sprites exist?
Everything living has light, energy-
power- electricity.
From the smallest microbes in the deepest oceans.
To the deepest darkest cavers, everything is living.
Including micro organisms.
A rock has life, it remembers everything.
Every day it has lived, everything has a code.
Everything is part of a code, a grand design.
Everything is alive!
And can communicate,
I can’t speak all the languages.
Science can speak some, in math I can‘t speak.
I don‘t know the math of science or numbers.
But what I do know is .
the earth has sprites / garden angels.
Yes, and they do speak to me.
This is the language I understand, they speak.
They don’t talk to me as much as the dirt.
My plants and flowers I grow.
They talk to me the most.
I know their language.
The birds and the butterflies, talk to me.
They are my earth sprites, angels.
Mostly they all tell me they love me.
Because I care. And I love them.
It makes them sing -
They sing when they are blooming, in my summers.
I am happiest when I am in my garden.
When it is blooming, the trees talk to me.
The snow talks to me, much like flowers.
We don’t have as much snow, as we once did.
But the rain replacing it talks, and cries.
The wind always speaks to me.
It’s saying, “I am too loud!”
“I am bringing killer waves to humans.”
Everywhere in the world.
Now the wind screams, too high pitched.
The fault lines of bedrock underneath me
Pop, screech and move, and I can hear the
Teutonic plates moving, its ringing in my ears.
The volume of all living organisms, non human-
are screeching, loud screaming, crying.
He, the wind just howled louder as I wrote this.
Saying, “sorry, my gales are too loud now and kill people.”
“The whales ordered it, God hearing their screams.”
(red here)
“you have destroyed the whales home.”
This is the reason, the wind whispers, roars
The reason, he sends killer waves.
The whales sing to me from a thousand miles away
Saying the ocean sprites / angels will send more
And more killer waves. This is the song
I hear in the wind, howling, the earth moving
Under my feet.
Sending, humans their call.
You caused your own.
Killer waves.
407 words first draft 12-11-08
2nd draft 12-12-08 uploaded
First edition on the blue rose, poetry scriber network.
6:27am a blue rose
No comments, I think this poem says it all.
And needs no comment, it just explains why there are and will be more
Killer waves. Nature is taking it’s own cleansing revenge on humans
Bringing more, and more KILLER WAVES. 6:33am
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