I Can Hear the Moon

Hi everyone, I hope you’re all well. I’m sharing another poem with you today, I hope you enjoy it.

I can hear the moon, she whispers
Tales of wonder and of woe
Of all our earth has been through
Since it’s birth eons ago

She speaks of strikes and impacts
Of a surface scarred with fire
Of how she came to exist herself
Born of ancient molten mire

She speaks of earth’s rage-filled youth
And how its temper gradually cooled
Helped along by ice-filled rocks
That melted and then pooled

She tells of seeing the spark of life
And of watching it bloom and grow
And of various and sundry creatures
She’s seen so many come and go

I can hear the moon, she sings
Sad songs of our earth’s plight
Of how every day it’s overwhelmed
By the impact of human might

She sings of its anxious worry
How it fears its end is nigh
And about how it wants to go on and on
And to never say goodbye

I can hear the moon, she whispers
About a world beginning to rust
And about how if we aren’t all careful
Our futures may turn to dust

She sings ballads of earth’s history
About its harsh, continued pain
And of how it’s starting now to buckle
From our inflicted stress and strain

I can hear the moon, she warns me
That, because she can see all,
She can see a time not far from now
When humanity will fall

As always, thanks for reading! I really appreciate it!

Until next time,

George

GEORGE L THOMAS