The Way Back

Tapping to the rhythm of pop,
squinting against the glaring sun.
Vast greens line the left,
tall greens cover the right.

Swaying gently in the wind,
rice plants hold a similar rapport,
waving goodbye to the sun,
holding onto the unspoken agreement.,
tomorrow at the same time.

Together again,
a team they stand united,
they will once again brave a brand new day.

Submitting this piece for Thursday Poets Rally Week 51

15 thoughts on “The Way Back”

  1. Oh, I hate it when the inspiration leaves, I’ve learnt to just leave the piece a day or so and come back, and keep doing that till the poem is complete. It took me about four days to write the piece I just finished. Glad you could finish it though.
    The Lonely Recluse.

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