Leaves fall to the ground

The ground makes a sound

The tree sways, wild in the wind

And the world seems kind

The world shakes with thunder

Gravity strikes back with wonder

People catch a glimpse of the earthquake

And they seem to break

Children stand near the dawn

Singing their own song

I wash up on the shore

Just to explore

Today is a new time

And I will write a rhyme

But the oceans are lacking

Why are we slacking?

This poem was first published in Calm Down Magazine and Crossed Paths.