I sing in praise of organic matters:
Clay, mud and puddles that childhood splatters
Flesh, bones and blood of animals like us
And organs that work our minds and spirits
The fibers and colors of plant life, too
And earth, water, air and fire as fuel
What we eat and what we waste, recycled
With all we haven't made but might have killed.
What we wear and what we invite to feast
The greatest wealth we uproot and the least
Sun, moon, precipitation and weather
Sheep's wool, cow's milk, maple syrup, leather
Virtual playthings and vast minerals
Knowledge and Myth and What we Wear as Jewels.
For my prompt
This is poem 20 for April. I forgot to post it!
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