The Gods Game
The Tree says
Hail that chlorophyll
In the Sun
Turned me a standing green.
The River Says
Hail that cloud that flew
Squeezing in a whirl
Reflected me a flowing blue.
Newton Says
Hail that Apple
Whole fall had many questions
A few solved revolutionized ample.
Mountain Says
Hail that fallen stone
Met together from directions upon
Made me a Mountain brown.
The Fire Says
Hail that single spark made
Flares that were woven
Burned as a bridal red.
The Airplane says
Hail that flying bird
Whose wings flurred
And had jets stirred.
The Gun Says
Hail that arrow that shot a bow
That first kill had the nature revolved
Everything inferior then turned a foe.
The Men say
Hail that god, oh he made an opposite
Lost all amongst the pleasures stirred
In what he printed a selfish desire to compete.
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quite creative…nice use of personification.
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