The Stars
The stars sit quietly in the night sky
No cares radiating down
The minuscule entities bounce about
Indiscriminate in their action
But then the morning comes
The Waves
The waves crash beating the shore
Coral reefs living peacefully no more
Dredged up from the depths of old
Man’s greed seeps from every pore
But then the morning comes
The Trees
Ancient in their existence
Mighty redwoods have listened always
Stories lived and died in silence
Waves of time with no resistance
But then the morning comes
The Mountains
Rising mightily from the plains
Solid and strong in their right
Reaching to the skies of night
Memories swirl in the dust and rains
But then the morning comes
The Man
Wandering lost with little direction
Time swirls about with no discretion
Lightening strikes and rains pour out
Images flash on the screen of doubt
Desires of peace from this torrential rout
But then the morning comes
