David lives in the UK. His book is available on Amazon.UK but I was unable to get a link for you here in the States.
the sun rises as the moon sets . . .
bringing new days and nights. . .
in reality, they don’t move. . .
it’s their child. . .
mother earth. . .
who spins on her axle. . .
breathing in the life. . .
of her father by day. . .
resting peacefully at night. . .
under her mother’s glowing light. . .
quietly the moon calls the sea. . .
she ebbs with the rolling waves. . .
crashing onto the shore. . .
onto the jetties and the rocks. . .
on the ocean floor. . .
secret lives grow and live. . .
moving with the tide. . .
along the food chain. . .
from the amoeba. . .
to the mighty blue whale. . .
sweet salt fills the air. . .
drifting through the clouds. . .
mingling with nature’s tears. . .
itty bitty seed sprout roots. . .
here comes a stem. . .
now tiny leave. . .
it turns into tree. . .
tall and proud. . .
bearing edible fruits. . .
birds flap their wings. . .
landing high on branches. . .
nesting, procreating. . .
chicks flutter and fly. . .
across the sky. . .
mountain tops up high. . .
through cloud vapors. . .
through raindrops. . .
landing on bushes. . .
flies, beetles, and ants. . .
a delightful bird lunch. . .
and for the cat who sees. . .
the fluttering wings. . .
kitty crouching on all four. . .
crawling slowly. . .
ready to pounce. . .
wings flap, feathers. . .
litter the grass. . .
from where they hide. . .
they come to see. . .
tip-toeing near. . .
all ready to steal. . .
a raccoon, squirrel, dog. . .
the cat hisses. . .
the raccoon stands. . .
the squirrel runs in a circle. . .
the dog barks. . .
from the house comes man. . .
a pot of steaming water in his hands. . .
a chicken leg between his teeth. . .
stepping confident and determine. . .
the raccoon and squirrel flee. . .
the dog obediently sits. . .
the cat crouches over the bird. . .
hissing as man approaches. . .
with the bird in his mouth. . .
the cat takes off. . .
man returns to his chair. . .
he watches the news. . .
hundreds dead fighting war. . .
souls dead in drive-by shootings. . .
gangs kill innocent children. . .
mothers taking abuse from fathers. . .
the children are found dead. . .
neighbors killing neighbors. . .
they don’t look like each other. . .
America, America he says. . .
will be great again. . .
when some folks knew their place. . .
the poor will be poorer. . .
the rich will be richer. . .
the ‘stoopid’ ones. . .
will cry and shake their heads. . .
the sun sets as the moon rises. . .
the earth spins on her axis. . .
the tides roll, waves crash. . .
life is the song. . .
nature silently sings. . .
while humanity screams. . .
and destroy without cause. . .
©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria