I’m sitting alone listening
to a storm howling outside the window,
my head drops,
I begin to dream:
with guitar in hand I step out
in the glaring lights;
the crowd roars,
I smile and wave,
strumming a strong chord,
with the rhythm and notes
poring out over the amplifiers,
I sing a song,
and as the guitar break comes,
I begin to recite a poem
that I made up as I go:
you know that the tree died,
and strangely they said
they had looked after it well,
you see that is how we treat
our environment;
poring poisons,
smog,
plastic and lots more into it,
and wondering why it is dying,
now wake up all you young ones
start singing, dancing and loving,
lets heal the earth,
stop hatred and war,
so come on, come on,
lets change the world,
and all the people were chanting
and dancing and clapping along with me,
and I awoke frozen,
listening to the sounds of the falling rains.
Makes me pause & think… Lovely piece!
Thanks, it just came out of the blue (or the grey) as i was sitting here listening to the storm, which seems to have abated, time for bed. Thanks for the comment, best wishes and blessings, Charles.
You’re welcome, Charles! And wish you the same…
Oh, I do wish people would pick up this song at least a little more in the waking world…
Thanks, for the comment, and yes, so do I, wouldn’t be a good place if they did!
Lovely write.
Thanks, I enjoyed writing it, best wishes and blessings, Charles.
“Pouring poison into our environment.” Reminds me of the old saying “you created the storm and then cry…shit…it’s raining.”
and the hart rains are gonna fall, or something of that nature, Bob Dylan used to sing!
Well, that was beautiful.
Thanks Becky,I enjoyed writing this poem, I just got one line then the rest just kept on coming, I tried to read some of the blogs you have posted, but my internet seems to be struggling so every keeps on coming out in an unreadable mess, so will try again tomorrow. Best wishes and blessings, Charles.