Oh prairies of paradise,
why do you dwindle in our grasp?
Do you not want to share in our expansion
of democratic duty?
What would you consider the proper path,
my plants scathed in acidic dew.
Do you feel the life leave the soil?
When your roots are outstretched for a water bed no longer located under you,
will you weep your petals knowing what is to come?
I weep for you prairies.
When smoke stacks stick from our lips
do you choke on the phlem expelled from our lungs,
tempting your wilted parts?
(There is water in there, just break it down with your
leaves and find the pieces you need.)
How rational do you view these rationalities?
Oh prairie please remember we care for your beauty,
but care not how it will stay. (How long will you wait?)
You have fought mother nature,
her winds and worst droughts,
but not knowing father time,
can you comprehend the offspring that is depleeting
and cheating you?
Will you weep when the bugs stop scratching your stems?
I weep as the bees leave and the beetles begin to belch
from their green guts after ingesting your roots...
for I know what is to come.
I weep for you prairies.
When blossoms are only pictures on walls,
you will unfortunately, be too soon forgotten.
I do not wish to deliver morose messages,
only to express to the winds in my ears
that I too, howl, and push through
(sometimes a destructive path, )
forever challenging and constantly changing.
Priairies, I too will one day wilt,
my memory too soon forgotten,
My prairies, I weep for you tonight.
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 8:44 PM UTC
Oh prairies of paradise,
why do you dwindle in our grasp?
Do you not want to share in our expansion
of democratic duty?
What would you consider the proper path,
my plants scathed in acidic dew.
Do you feel the life leave the soil?
When your roots are outstretched for a water bed no longer located under you,
will you weep your petals knowing what is to come?
I weep for you prairies.
When smoke stacks stick from our lips
do you choke on the phlem expelled from our lungs,
tempting your wilted parts?
(There is water in there, just break it down with your
leaves and find the pieces you need.)
How rational do you view these rationalities?
Oh prairie please remember we care for your beauty,
but care not how it will stay. (How long will you wait?)
You have fought mother nature,
her winds and worst droughts,
but not knowing father time,
can you comprehend the offspring that is depleeting
and cheating you?
Will you weep when the bugs stop scratching your stems?
I weep as the bees leave and the beetles begin to belch
from their green guts after ingesting your roots...
for I know what is to come.
I weep for you prairies.
When blossoms are only pictures on walls,
you will unfortunately, be too soon forgotten.
I do not wish to deliver morose messages,
only to express to the winds in my ears
that I too, howl, and push through
(sometimes a destructive path, )
forever challenging and constantly changing.
Priairies, I too will one day wilt,
my memory too soon forgotten,
My prairies, I weep for you tonight.
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