Nature’s Telegraph

Time is considered relative for most,

But for me it’s a distance:

331 meters.

 

Every portion of my unterminating existence

Spent in travel.

My waves may bounce off a chainsaw

Into the bark of Cedars.

The tree

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The air near the ground

I am formed... only to unravel,

Being the first to expand, because

I am one of the leaders.

I warn them,

The others,

The ones prepared for the moment when

The dirt I graze rattles.

A siren for those around.

 

Spreading across the world

viewing the reactions of those who were affected,

I affected them,

Although my formation was not the cause of their response.

Whatever or whoever sent me propelling

formed this:

Faltering, beneficial, disturbing, emotional, or resilient change

Leaving me with the delivery of all information.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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