From within, the earth rumbles, there’s heated liquid like blood,
Beating as a heart beats, energy and life, power inside a complicated world.
Rise to the surface, thoughts and wisdom, to learn becomes the brain not seen,
The flowing wind and air stands to be the breath, lungs of the land.
The moon that rests beyond the sky, the stars and planets that watch up high,
The eyes of the world could only be our creator god invisible to our sight.
Is it sadness in the world or tears of joy that make the sky cry,
A sacrifice as the water drops fall sustaining life and keeping beauty in sight.
Everything hears everything, ears of the land are everywhere,
The world lives as we live, take for granted and many things can do us in.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
I sort of want to reblog this but I’ve already posted like 13 times today, so I don’t want to put my followers off with excess. perhaps later.
Thanks for reading and I do post a lot myself.
loved loved this line
Is it sadness in the world or tears of joy that make the sky cry,
Thanks always
On Fri, Jul 17, 2015 at 9:51 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Thanks for reading
The flowing winds, lungs of the land. Beautiful. And Keith, I need to say a big thank you to you for following my blog. I hope to consistently continue to bring a smile to your face. :O)