Image courtesy of Danilo Rizzuti / FreeDigitalPhotos.net |
The sun above, the sun below
The mighty ball of many layers
Brimming with eternity’s players
They trample through the fertile crust
Drill the mantle thrust by thrust
When the core erupts in righteous anger
They’ll deny they knew the danger
Round and round she goes
The sun above, the sun below
Such a wonder of majestic glory
Deemed merely as man’s personal quarry
Thank You Donna -How are you?
ReplyDeleteYour poem has a unique rhythm and moves with a flow as smooth as the Earth itself.Great work enjoyed reading it.Regards.
Thank you. I am good, working on more writing in 2013. I'm glad you enjoyed my new beginnings.
Deletedk