Exceptional Our troubled earth... Ancient Art of Poetry : Who Am I? by Lea Tonin1 Free Verse Poem contest entry

Can you sense the turn beneath your feet? I am the turn Can you feel the rain on your face? I am the rain Can you smell the air in your lungs? I am the air Can you see the forest with your eyes? I am the forest   Can you touch the ocean with your hands? I am the ocean Can you taste the food with your tongue?  I am the food Can you feel the grass between your toes?   I am the grass  Can you climb the mountains with your legs? I am the mountains   Can you feel myriad wounds bleeding? I am the wound Can you feel the drill of untold holes searing? I am the holes Can you feel panic when your lungs are removed? I am the lungs Can you feel Earth explosively cracking? I am the Earth    I am the Earth weeping Author Notes Our dwindling resources heating plant and over population it's believing in already troubled world.

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