The winds they whisper everything,
But tell me nothing.
Every sense I still can't feel,
is hidden in the trees.
I can't get lost in mother earth
If she spit me from her womb.
A rebel born,
In a universe with no room.
The earth herself,
The sky so unknown.
With no history of man
Has made us her home.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
The winds they whisper everything,
But tell me nothing.
Every sense I still can't feel,
is hidden in the trees.
I can't get lost in mother earth
If she spit me from her womb.
A rebel born,
In a universe with no room.
The earth herself,
The sky so unknown.
With no history of man
Has made us her home.
Just saying, this was a challenge for me to write in under five minutes. Did it in three. **** on it.
