Poetry by Kolton Stremler

Countless limbs reaching for the stars, 

Countless limbs gripping, clinging to Mother Earth, 

Leaves: Green, Brown, Red, Bare, it puts on robe after robe, celebrating its one small piece of the universe. 

 

Tomorrow

Tomorrow, the earth will crack. 

Today, I till the soil. 

Tomorrow, the rain will be acid. 

Today, I plant my tree. 

Tomorrow, all may end. 

Today, all will thrive. 

The earth may fail the tree. 

The spirit will not fail in its mission.