RedRavenPoems

Life calls to life, whether through turmoil or strife.

It calls in all we do, beneath the sky and it’s shades of blue.

The wind sighs through the trees, dancing with the leaves

Calling them to life, telling the story of their plight.

It calls from the snow that melts in the mountains, feeding the rivers for the beginning of spring.

Feeding the crops that through the year it brings.

It calls in the cry of a newborn child. The screaming of lungs that take their first breath.

Lungs that as of yet know not of strife or death.

Life calls to life, in many ways, yet all are right.

Perhaps we should listen more clearly. And hold these lessons more dearly.

It calls in the summer sun, that dazzling golden orb.

As it stirs up the air, and the wind is now born.

It calls in the clouds, that the wind carries near.

The dark thunder heads, and the cotton white clouds.

It calls in the rain that falls from the sky

The liquid crystals that without which we would die.

Life calls to life. It’s how it survives

Listen and watch and you might be surprised.