“There were trees there once”, he said,
as his youngest grandson looked out across the barren landscape
that went on for miles and miles before his innocent eyes.
“And animals and birds too” he continued.
“Like the ones I’ve seen on the screen?”, asked the child.
“Or the ones Momma swore she once saw in a zoo."
“What were they like?” he quizzed,
without knowing the pain and sorrow
that rested in his old grandfathers heart.
“They were beautiful child, beautiful and free,
but the greed of our kind could not let them be.
The greed of mankind was a terrible thing."
“And will they come back? "asked the boy, with hope in his eyes,
as his grandfather rose, looking up to the skies.
“Only God knows my boy, only God knows”.
"If the sea returns blue child,
then only God knows"
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
“There were trees there once”, he said,
as his youngest grandson looked out across the barren landscape
that went on for miles and miles before his innocent eyes.
“And animals and birds too” he continued.
“Like the ones I’ve seen on the screen?”, asked the child.
“Or the ones Momma swore she once saw in a zoo."
“What were they like?” he quizzed,
without knowing the pain and sorrow
that rested in his old grandfathers heart.
“They were beautiful child, beautiful and free,
but the greed of our kind could not let them be.
The greed of mankind was a terrible thing."
“And will they come back? "asked the boy, with hope in his eyes,
as his grandfather rose, looking up to the skies.
“Only God knows my boy, only God knows”.
"If the sea returns blue child,
then only God knows"
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