A Poem.
#4 of Poems
Something I made during the Week Before Christmas.
Seven islands, an archipelago.
Rivers run through each, carving them.
Currents crash against them.
A raging storm, a free spirit.
A solid mountain, a willow tree.
A tortoise, and a bull.
There is a lone wolf.
Earthquakes happen, and volcanoes erupt.
Tribes are fighting.
Different ideals, different views.
A window to peer through.
A swing to sit on.
The world turns, and so do we.