Crop Circles
In the field, a circle grows,
Round and perfect,
From where! nobody knows.
Late at night, it comes to be,
A mystery for all to see.
No one hears or sees a thing,
Yet the shapes are there,
from where do you think?
A odd shape mark upon the earth,
A puzzle left for us,
the answer to search.
Is it man, or something more?
We’re left to wonder, to explore.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
Love it! Love your take on it. And really love these amazing pictures. ⚡💙⚡
Fascinating pictures and great poem, Marie!