Poetry speaks

Poetry Speaks Earth How beautiful you are, Earth, and how sublime! How perfect your obedience to the light and how noble is your submission to the sun. I have walked over your plains, I have climbed your stony mountains I have descended into your valleys; I have entered into your caves. On the plains, I have discovered your dreams, On the mountains, I have admired your splendid presence. And in the valleys, I have observed your tranquility; In the caves, I have touched your mysteries. We pierce your bosom with swords and spears. And you dress our wounds with oil and balsam We plant your fields with skulls and bones. And from them, you rear cypress and willow trees, We empty our wastes in your bosom and you fill Our threshing floors with wheat sheaves, And our winepresses with grapes. We extract your elements to make Cannons and bombs but out of Our elements you create lilies and roses How patient you are Earth, and how merciful! Are you an atom