PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

The Heart of a Creation


When the moon goes away and the sun rises,

when a ray of heat shines down through the 

biggest forest.

There is a magic that makes the world under

the autumn leaves wake up.

Makes the smallest creatures worship their god

with a simple dance.

A dance never seen before that is unique and 

involves the movement of legs, the movement

of arms, and of the heart. 

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (1)

heydi245
<p>When the moon goes away and the sun rises..</p><p>&nbsp;</p>

Log in to leave a comment.