So many little fires in my eyes,
ashened in the rains, whencefrom, evil pries,
speak ye twinkle, where art thou lost,
bespake the stars, it was a sad demise.
Wildnerness today is in an eerie calm
predators sulk as they sense the storm
rejoice ye creature, why art thou sad,
Bespake the nature, I take an ugly form.
Turning to ocean, a soothing force,
lashing waves sweeping remorse,
rejoice ye fallen, why are thou awake,
Bespake Life, I am on a smothering course.
Mother Earth she is the gravity
withered she yeilds now acridity
rejoice ye humans, why art thou satisfied,
Bespake Trinity (Brahma, Vishnu Mahesh), we now fear calamities.
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Earth, she said, 'I want to be cool too.'
I said, 'be what you want to be and sip Bacardi in the summer sun.'
She told me, 'You don't understand the concept at all, right?'
'I do.' 'I have the power, 18 hours a day. And yet, I will switch it off for an hour or whenever you say.'
Maybe someday...United Sates of Amway does understand too.
Reference: Earth Hour
27.03.2010; 8:30 pm to 9:30 pm. Indian Standard Time (that does not mean you can be late by an hour though)!
Pic Designed by: Akshay Gawarikar, Animotion Studios
Poem by: Your's truly
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