O life, Earth!: A poem 

The leaves drop dead with summer’s departure 

But the tree will survive the wintry future 

And the hatchlings will determinedly learn to fly 

For daylight always permeates through the sky 

The wind can be shallow, the wind can be rough 

Every change is signature that the earth is tough 

It can wipe out the relentless vandal-man’s graffiti 

It always smiles like a bride showered with confetti 

It is a dishwasher where the dishes turn immaculately clean 

It has all the nurture of a selfless mother’s wean 

The humble purification of soul is always ceaseless 

that resolutely outwits man, the greedy graceless 

It sends invisible messages that every epoch comes and goes 

Yet its floor and hallways remain the same behind revolving doors 

No matter if let loose is man’s acts of wicked crime 

There is reason in life, and in rejuvenation there is rhyme