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Cymon Bailey May 2020
All around is the symphony of nature, we all need but to listen
What sweet song bird beckons his love
What silvery fish leaps to waters above
What tear shaped dew befalls the grass
What sustained wood of golden brass
What insect call of buzz and hum
What water beating a rock like a drum

All around is the symphony of nature, we all need but to listen
What cold breeze sweeps the land
What shaped the stone with windy hand
The reds and whites of mountains rise
What raptors soaring hunt with cries
What arid wind provide the breeze
What sweet fruit fall from mesquite trees

All around is the symphony of nature, we all need but to listen
What emerald fur coats the ground
What colourful buds blossom to be found
What grazing goat or elk does call
What primordial leviathan does the lake trawl
What chittering tree folk bound and play
What beautiful land inspires dreams of fae

All around is the symphony of nature, we all need but to listen
What black scars paint across the land
What dark smog clouds the sky
What metallic beasts speed across the ground
What obelisks of the new age rise and fall
What plastics change tides of the sea

Why
Why do we take this gift and burn it
Why do we scrape holes in her skin
We grow and expand and grow and expand
Why are we deaf to the symphony
When the beasts leave the land it will be by our hand
When the birds leave the sky it will be by our ambition
When the fish leave the sea it will be by our greed
I have travelled around the globe and have seen so many natural wonders, but no matter how far out I venture, I can still find detritus, trash and litter.
Cymon Bailey May 2020
They call me a traveler
Come with the waves, leave with the tide
Find me where the surf breaks
Where I can wash ashore or go adrift
Find me in the seafoam walking the sand
Where I can find those gilled and scaled
Where my friends have armor of chitin
But will you follow

But will you follow me
Awash in a lonely sea

Where will you follow
Will you find friends armored in chitin
Will you find those with gills and scales
Found in the seafoam walking the sand
Where you can wash ashore or go adrift
Where the surf breaks
Will you come with the tide, leave with the waves
Will you be a traveler?
Aramusha is a Japanese word for "wave person" or a wanderer, I find myself wandering and travelling.

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