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Our Oak

January 23, 2022
By jennamitz BRONZE, Broken Arrow, Oklahoma
jennamitz BRONZE, Broken Arrow, Oklahoma
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The world is an oak
Timeless in its beauty
Towering over all else
Yet deadly at times when the dry grass is scorched And what remains is a blackened shell of the past The world is an oak
Fuel for humans to build and burn
To take and take but never give back
Until the world is no longer an oak
It is a whisper of what was
A wistful memory of an untold beauty
I seperate humans into groups
The ones that hold the fire
That watch the world burn
Greed guides their hands to fuel
No remorse for the wreckage their hunger brings
When they die the silver and gold flood back into the fading earth Their riches a false wealth
An insatiable lie
The other group holds water
Clashing with the heat of the fire
They hold life in their palms
And know not their impact
For without the promise of water
The world would burn bright as the sky
Our own little sun
Their is a balance in our world
A certain beauty in the thrasing chaos
Watching our oak burn bend and burst
And yet never brake


The author's comments:

I wrote this piece to show my continued frustration towards humans indifference to the fate of our planet. 


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Lydiaq ELITE said...
on Jan. 25 2022 at 7:02 pm
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
The universe must be a teenage girl. So much darkness, so many stars.
--me

This is great poetry...