The equinox has now passed, so the northern hemisphere has now entered autumn/fall, with less sunlight than the southern hemisphere; a time of dying for photosynthesisers in the north; such as butterflies and leaves; who rely on the sun’s energy for life. So, the Dead Poet’s Society has awoken…
Sun is not just our light-giving fireplace.
Without it’s gravity,
Earth would hurtle alone:
a lifeless rock through space.
Believe what you want,
nobody knows for sure,
and the unknowable today,
will certainly be yesterday tomorrow…
Just a raindrop on Earth’s top,
where we land not sky’s plot,
supposed to help planet sort,
what is living from what is not.
I wish I knew all the trees;
by name not disease;
their branches, leaves, seeds;
and what they’re saying with ease in breeze.
First posted last night, and others just now; letter count fitted for colourful backgrounds; on Facebook.
Ash tree and mountain clouds anyway, a few hours after a heavy thunder, lightning, rain and hail storm cleared the air.
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